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**Prototypes/Insanity part 2**

**To Feel Human part 6** written by StSE, Universe G1

“The Nor-Easter is coming in fast! We’re going to have to break off the search!” The police Sergeant yelled over the howling wind. He looked over at the frown on the blond man’s face.

Daniel grimaced, he hated to admit defeat, but they’d found nothing. No trace of Tron. It was like he’d sunk to the bottom of the frigid waters and simply disappeared. But Daniel didn’t want to admit failure. Didn’t want to admit that he’d failed the gray clone… Failed him, when he’d needed him the most! So he’d pushed the police crews and the three clones hard. Actually put them in danger now that the Nor-Easter was bearing down on them.

“We’ve got to call them in Daniel, they might crash if we don’t,” Sharon yelled. She kept her hold on the side of the bridge with one hand as she reached out her other to grab his shoulder.

Daniel looked over at Sam, who was now sitting wearily on the tailgate, staring dejectedly at the ground. Lowering his own eyes at the ground, the tough man’s shoulders began to shake as he allowed himself to sob. “Come back boys. Come back,” he yelled into the radio. Then he sagged to the ground. He had failed him.

Sharon braced herself against the pelting sleet and wind. Grabbing the side of the bridge, she stared into the swirling, howling storm. Praying desperately that they wouldn’t lose another clone to the fury of the storm.. Straining to hear the familiar sounds of the small jet engines…

As the minutes ticked by like hours in a watch glass, Sharon stared into the ferocity. Her fear increasing to a fever pitch with every heartbeat that went by.. Then faintly, ever so faintly, she heard the sounds of straining engines. The sounds of wind whistling hard against tender wings.. A smile crossed over her worried face. For the distinct sounds of Speed’s cussing and TC telling him to ‘just shut up!’ could now be heard over the wind.

They came hurtling through the screen of battering ice. Their optics fixed on the flashing lights of the emergency vehicles. Speed jumped off as Scream transformed underneath him. TC transforming next to him.. They fought the buffeting winds to try and make and elegant landing. But it wasn’t the high winds or pelting hail that got them. It was the slick surface that their metal feet hit. As a single unit, the three clones hit the pavement and slid right by Sharon on their afts. They ended up crashing in a heap of tangled limbs against the tires of a big fire engine.

“God damnit Speed! Get your freagin’ yellow aft off me!” Scream shrieked from under the pile.

“I’ll fuckin’ get off ya – when this blue loser gets his afterburners off me! So shut up!” Speed yelled back, elbowing Scream hard in an intake while he said that.

“I carried your slag all that time – and THIS is what I get! Suck my fucking cable you nigga!” Scream yelled as he hit the back of Speed’s helm with the flat of his hand.

“Geese! Would you QUITE fucking saying ‘nigga’ all the time?!? I’m trying to get off Speed, but the loser’s got his leg hooked over my wing damnit!” TC screamed at them both as he tried to extract himself from the tangled mess.

Two very imposing African American Fire fighters were looking down at the three tangled clones with expressions that inferred that they weren’t sure if they should be insulted by the choice terminology, or amused by it. Sharon staggered up to them, leaning on one of them for support. Seeing their expressions at Scream’s choice of wording, she cringed. “I’m sorry; he’s been the football team’s water boy for a while. They’ve been teaching him some ‘choice’ phrases,” she yelled.

“So he’s been hangin’ with some brothers hmmm?” the bald one yelled.

She nodded, hoping he’d understand that the clone meant nothing racial against him.

The big man and his fellow grinned at each other and then looked down at her. “So they really do learn from the people they’re around,” the other one said with a chuckle. Both of them got big grins on their faces now. For apparently this clone just thought he was a ‘bro’. Working together, they helped the three exhausted clones separate themselves and stand up.

“Hey bro, you boys did some good work back there,” the bald one told Scream as he helped to support him.

Scream grinned up at the taller man. His skin was even darker than Tyrone’s, which the clone found unbelievable. “Thanks for the help. And man, you are the blackest nigga I’ve ever seen! What’s your name bro?” he yelled, trying to be heard over the storm.

The bald one slapped his intake. “Cuz, I’m Leroy. Anybody ever tell you that you sound just like Richy?” he asked.

The red clone had another friend! Wow, it was so easy getting friends now! “That’s my nickname bro, ‘Red Richy’!” he said with a proud smile as he gave the fire fighter a return one-armed hug.

“Well tell you what Red Richy, we’re from station 5 so if you ever want to come out and visit. You’re more than welcome!” Leroy said with a big smile and a nod.

“Kiss ass,” Speed muttered under his breath. His words went unheard for the howling of the wind. He glanced around. Seeing his master sitting dejectedly next to Sam, he wandered over. “Ah, don’t look so glum. He was a loser anyways,” he quipped as he climbed into the Hummer. “I’m tired. I wanna go home!” he yelled before he shut the door.

His comment got Sam and Daniel out of their stupor. With sad sighs, they went to their individual vehicles. Both of them very aware that they were probably the only ones who’d even miss the gray clone, since none of the other clones had even liked Tron. Much less bother to miss him.

As the emergency vehicles moved out, Sharon climbed into her sedan. The two Seeker clones retracting their wings and sliding into the backseat behind her. “You know, I’m proud of you two. I know neither one of you even liked Tron, yet you still made every effort to find him,” she told them as she warmed up the car. The high winds buffeting it as they waited.

“Why bother finding him? He’s an asshole,” Scream muttered as he leaned back and crossed his arms. He hadn’t really wanted to search for Tron. That’s one reason Daniel had made him carry Speed on his back. Four hours of having to deal with the obnoxious ground clone giving him orders had worn his patience thin.

Sharon looked at him in the rearview mirror, still slightly amazed at the change that hanging out with Tyrone had wrought in the clone. He was now acting like a cross of Speed and TC, which perhaps was what his personality should’ve been all along. “We search for him because it’s not his fault that Angie made him that way. Just like it’s not your fault that she treated you like that either… And Scream?”

He was sulking; he still blamed Tron for seeming to enjoy the abuse he had dished out. Something about the gray clone still irked him. Something that went far beyond the history of abuse between them… “What?” he muttered.

“I ban you from using the term ‘nigga’. Understand?” she said as she pulled out.

Scream harrumphed while TC snickered. And slowly and carefully they made their way home through the storm.

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Tron sat under the trash. All but his face submerged under the frigid water. He knew they were searching for him, but he wasn’t ready to be found. And the water and floating garbage that he hid under, would keep his heat signature from being spotted from above. He saw the red clone as he flew by. Gritting his dental plates, he fought his urge to catch Scream’s attention. To get the Seeker clone to come down, so that he could use him to release his anger upon again. For there was a yellow clone whom rode on top of Scream… And Tron knew without a doubt, that Speed would kick his aft if he spotted him.

No, Speed wouldn’t kick his aft to protect Scream. That wasn’t the yellow clone’s style. No, he’d fight Tron simply because he considered him a loser. The two had merely co-existed at Sam’s house. There was no love between them. In fact, they only ‘got along’ because one of their masters was always watching their interaction.

The storm blowing in had caught Tron by surprise. He berated himself for not paying attention to the weather channel this morning. True, he’d had no choice but to escape today. If he hadn’t, he’d be nothing but an ignorantly blissful droid living in total slavery by now. No, even if he’d known the Nor-Easter was blowing in, he’d have still run. He’d rather take his chances in the extreme weather than continue living in slavery.

When the rain became pelting sleet and the wind howled, Tron slid out of the water. He knew they would’ve had to call of the search now. Perhaps they even considered him off-lined? Staggering with the weakness caused by the depletion of his core, he knew he needed to find shelter. Find a building to sneak into so that he could plug himself in. Unlike the others, he hadn’t been retrofitted with new power systems. They hadn’t considered him trust worthy enough to take away his dependence on a power grid.

Grinding his dental plates in anger, he staggered to the buildings next to the river. Almost crawling because of the wind and sleet, he made his way along the housing complex. His optics scanning for doors… He slipped on the thickening ice layer, crying out in pain as his face plate smacked hard into the cement.

He heard a door open next to him. He turned over in fear as he felt a hand on his shoulder armor. His optics met green eyes. The thin woman had a smile on her face as she realized the scream she had heard came from a pleasure droid. Her eyes seemed hazed over, her hair was unbrushed… “Come in out of the storm,” she yelled over the wind. Her fingers grabbing his useless cannon, helping to pull the crawling clone inside.

He crawled in, sighing in relief as the door shut behind him. A thin layer of ice coated his armor, his internal temperature way too low for comfort. His hydraulic fluid now so thick with cold that he could barely move! Seeing a sideboard heating unit, he crawled to it. Lying as close to it as he dared, trying to warm his systems up…

The thin woman came over to him. Kneeling next to him, she peered at his face. “You’re one of those pleasure droids. Wow, I never thought I’d actually touch one of you!” she stammered as if in awe. Hesitantly, she touched his shoulder armor. “Oh, you poor thing, you’re coated in ice?! Where’s your owner? What should I do?” she continued to mutter.

“Warm up… No owner.. Plug in..” Tron whispered his voice so hoarse she could barely understand him. With his one working arm, he opened his recharge port, showing her that he had a cable with a plug on the end of it.

Seeing the plug, the woman hesitantly reached into his opened access panel and grabbed it. Realizing quickly that it had an extendable cord attached. “Do you need to be plugged in? Is that what you’re trying to say?” she asked. She seemed abnormally confused for a human.

Tron nodded slightly, giving her a smile. He watched as she pulled out his recharge cable, muttering to herself as she seemed confused as to which outlet to use. He really didn’t care which, as long as it had power. While the woman muttered to herself, he looked around her apartment.

It was small and rundown. The furniture in a most dilapidated state.. The carpet on which he lay, was so filthy and stained, that he couldn’t really tell what color it had originally been. The light was cast by one small lightbulb in the center of the ceiling. There were no real decorations to speak of. A small black and white television was sitting on a milk crate in the corner, the reception so bad, he could barely make out the weatherman on the screen.

There was a strange mixture of odors in the thick air. A mixture of alcohol, tobacco, and some other strange chemical odor that he’d never smelled before. The alcohol smell was easy to trace to its source. Since there were empty beer and whiskey bottles littering the place. The tobacco odor was also easily traced to its source. For in many of those empty bottles, were multitudes of half-smoked cigarettes. But the chemical odor? That was hard to trace to its source. Perhaps those strange looking metal pipes laying on the filthy table were the source? There was also a strange looking apparatus on the counter in the filthy kitchen. Looked like an aluminum foil dish over one of the burners. What it was used for – he had no idea.

For a clone only used to living with the rich, the state of poverty that he was now exposed to both appalled and intrigued him. Tron studied the thin woman who was now searching for blankets to put over him. She had finally found an outlet to plug him into, and the sweet sensation of recharging cores filled his networks. He narrowed his optics as he studied her. She didn’t seem as sharp minded as the humans that he was used to. And she had followed HIS orders! Perhaps she was a human that would see him as an equal? Give him the means and the power to find TC and convince him and others of their sentiency?

“You poor thing, you’re so cold. Why were you out in the storm?” she muttered to herself as she tried to cover him.

Tron weakly pushed the offered blanket away. He needed the external heat to warm up. Even now, his hydraulic fluid was defrosting. “Don’t need.. I was thrown away.. Into the river..” he whispered.

She sat up, her eyes wide in shock at his words. “You were dumped?! You poor thing! Someone dumped you into the river?” she pulled him into her arms then, rocking him like a child that needed comforting. “Don’t worry I’ll take care of you. I can’t believe they threw you away..” she cooed.

Tron smirked as she rocked him. She was stupid.. She believed his lies. Yes, she was the perfect human for him to use! “R… Ron.. Name is Ron,” he mumbled. He knew better than to use his real name. To tell her who he really was. Then she might return him for a reward or something. Back to the slavery…

“Ron is your name?” she asked as she looked down into his red optics. “I’m Tracy. Um, why did your owner throw you away?” she asked. She knew these droids were expensive. Too expensive to just dump into the river..

Tron thought quickly. He pointed to his nonfunctional arm. “Broken, too expensive to repair,” he replied.

Well that made sense. People even dumped expensive sports cares when they were too expensive to fix. “Well, I don’t care. I can’t fix you, but you can stay with me, ok?” she said softly. It was lonely. Except for the johns who used her services and gave her money for her crack habit, she had no one. No real friends to speak of. A broke down clone seemed like a good friend to have. One that wouldn’t steal her drugs, or even use them for that matter! Maybe god had listened to her whispered prayer last week – or was it yesterday when she had uttered it? She couldn’t remember. And it didn’t really matter anyways. She now had a friend. A friend as unwanted by society as she was…

He was rapidly charging. The sweet electricity so delicious as it ran through his systems. Yet, still he allowed her to hold him. Allowed her to baby him as an infant! He enjoyed the sensation of her wiping his armor clean with the tattered blanket. It was as if… As if the decrepit woman was paying homage to him. Yes, as if she worshipped his very superiority! Giving her a warm smile, he enjoyed how her dazed eyes lit up in glee. It was as if SHE were the slave and he the master!

“Are you feeling better?” she asked him as she carefully wiped his mud streaked face.

Oh, was he feeling better! Yes, so much better indeed! But just how far did her submission go? He wondered. With a smirk, he decided to see. Slowly sitting up, he crossed his legs and made a show of studying the cramped apartment. “Much better,” he replied. “But I’d feel even better if this apartment was clean,” he added as he turned his optics to her, to gauge her reaction.

She looked around, opening her eyes wide as if surprised at just how filthy her residence really was. “Oh my, oh my! I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize it’d gotten so bad!” she stammered as she jumped to her feet. Swaying a bit in unsteadiness, she made a bee-line to the kitchen area and began to rustle through the cabinets. Muttering to herself and berating herself for letting the place get so bad as she looked for the box of trashbags. She whooped in triumpth when she found them, and soon she was bustling around the apartment, grabbing every little bit of refuse she came across. All the while, still apologizing for the mess in the first place!

Tron didn’t move a servo to help. He sat there by the wall heater unit, still charging his cores. His optics tracked the thin woman’s every movement, his triumphant smile getting wider and wider as he realized that for the first time in his life HE was controlling a human!!! And it felt so good… So right… Here and there, when she’d get one bag full, tied and piled on top of the rapidly increasing stack of bags, he’d mention another area that needed to be cleaned up – before that glazed look made it back into her eyes. She’d squeal in disbelief as she saw what he had mentioned, then run over there with another empty bag to fill.

After two hours of frantic cleanup, Tracy looked around aimlessly since Tron didn’t mention anything else. Her apartment didn’t really look like her apartment anymore. But piled ten high by the one window, were twenty bags of refuse ready to go to the dumpster. Not even thinking to put anything over her nightgown, she made like she was going to just walk on out in the blizzard and start carrying them to that dumpster.

Tron considered letting her do it. He simply just couldn’t believe a human could be THAT stupid! But as she grabbed some bags and started to open the door, he realized that she WAS indeed that fucked up – but she was HIS human now. And he couldn’t very well allow his first human ‘pet’ go and kill herself in the cold like that. Unplugging himself and standing up in a seamless movement, he was suddenly between her and the door. His hand firmly on it, not allowing her to open it…

She looked up at him in confusion, bags of trash in each of her hands. “But the trash needs to go out,” she stammered.

Tron smiled and shook his head. Removing his hand from the door, he ran his fingers down the side of her head, gently lifting her chin with them. “You can do that later. The apartment is better. Perhaps you should go take a shower now?” he purred, his optics gleaming in the low light of the room.

Something about how close she was to him.. The gentle yet commanding tone of his voice.. Made her want to please the droid.. But she was coming down from her high.. She needed another hit before she took a shower, or that horrible feeling of crashing would hit her soon. Would the droid understand? “Um, can I take a hit first Ron?” she asked.

So, she was a drug addict like all those fuckers that used to party with Angie? Oh, this was too good to be true! Too good! “If you call me ‘Master’ you can,” he purred as he gave her a seductive smile.

Tracy wanted to melt right then and there. Oh, he was beautiful.. He was strong.. He’d tell her what to do, which was a good thing because she was so confused these days. And he didn’t mind her habit! He didn’t mind! “So I can take a hit first Master?” she asked as she returned his smile.

Pleasure flooded through his networks at her words. They were pure music to his audios! Like the most beautiful symphony on Earth. He bent down and took her lips. She was his. His to control… His to do with as he pleased…

Tracy trembled as the pleasure droid kissed her. She never thought in a million years that she’d ever even touch one of these machines of luxury. In her confused mind she felt like she was experiencing what it was like to be rich beyond her imagination. And she’d pleased him! Yes, he liked her! Really, really liked her! As he release her lips, she stared up at his red optics with an expression of childlike adoration. As if every dream she’d ever had – had come true.

“Aren’t you going to get your fix?” he purred, He couldn’t help but smirk as the thin woman yelped as she remembered it and literally ran into the kitchen in order to get the crack she had melted down that morning. Chuckling quietly, he plopped his aft on the stained couch, relaxing as if he owned the place. Which as far as he was concerned – he now did!

She loaded her little pipe, came over and sat down next to him. She stared at him happily as she lit her lighter underneath and took several long intakes of drug-laced air. With a show of holding her breath for a long moment, she leaned back against him as she enjoyed the initial high.

Tron let her sit there for a few minutes to get her fix locked in deep, but then he nudged her. “Go take a shower, and make yourself pretty for me,” he ordered as he stroked her head like a pet.

“You think I’m pretty?” she slurred, looking up at him with half-open eyes.

“Very pretty, just dirty right now,” he purred. His confidence in his power over her was now increasing with each minute that passed. “Why don’t you come out naked when you’re clean? I want to see you like that,” he added with a smirk. He let his fingers wander along her thigh. There was no need to ask for her permission, she was HIS to command!

An eager smile exploded onto her face. “You actually WANT to fuck a whore like me?!?” she squealed in disbelief. He was used to wealthy women.. Beautiful women.. But yet.. His fingers.. His red eyes…

“Oh yes, I’ve heard that whores are the best. You are the best whore aren’t you?” he purred as he slipped a finger inside her.

She nodded, spreading her legs wider, allowing the droid to do whatever he wanted.

He stopped, pulling his fingers out, he pushed her off of him. “But go take a shower. I want my woman clean!” he ordered.

She darted into the dingy bathroom. Mindlessly shaving and showering, her whole body shaking with drug-enhanced desire. She hadn’t felt this excited to have sex in so many, many years. Being a prostitute did that to a woman. Sex was merely a tool to get more drugs that was all. But this wasn’t a john waiting on her. This was her friend. Her very own droid!

Coming out of the bathroom totally naked, she peered around the apartment. The droid wasn’t on the couch. Had she imagined the whole thing?!? But no, the apartment was completely picked up now. It couldn’t have been her imagination! With trembling hands, she opened the door to the only other room in the place. A squeal of glee escaped her lips as she found him. Yes, HER droid was lying on the bed. Everything but the bottom sheet torn off the bed and piled next to it.. The gray clone was lying with the meager pillows under his back armor propping him up. Waiting for her..

“Come here Tracy. Mmmmmmmm, you look tasty,” he purred as she walked in.

She blushed for the first time in ages, feeling like a young girl again. That eleven year old who was walking into her first ‘job’. But this time, there wasn’t that fear of the pain. The exciting fear she felt, was the fear of the unknown. But it was a good fear. It felt so, so good!

He extended his cable, deciding on his own dimensions for the first time in his life. He watched her face, savoring the look of amazement that washed over her pale features. Putting his one functional arm behind his head, he gave her an arrogant smile. “Why don’t you teach me how a real whore sucks a cock?” he purred.

Without a second thought, the drugged-up woman, strode up to the bed. Leaning down, she licked his cable. Although it looked like some type of black colored dildo, it wasn't cold like she’d expected. It was warm, and as she proceeded to swallow it down her throat, the gray clone trembled and moaned under her fingertips. She worked her tongue expertly along its length. More than happy to please her new friend.. Her only friend…

Enjoying the whore’s mouth working on him, Tron reached over with his good arm and smacked her ass as she stood bent over. “Do you like to be spanked, you bad girl?” he growled.

She’d do anything he liked. And little hurt her when she was this high. Hell, she’d been gang banged and sodomized so many times that she’d lost count, but the crack roaring through her system protected her from the pain. Made her enjoy the pain.. “Oh Master, spank me! Spank me!” she begged before she swallowed his cable again.

Her muffled yelps could be heard even above the loud smacks as he hit her ass again and again… Could be heard even over the roar of the storm raging outside the thick concrete block walls.. Her white butt cheeks turned deep red from his spanks. But neither she or Tron cared or even seemed to take notice of the fact that her ass would soon turn purple with bruising from his attentions.

“I want to drill your pussy you bitch! Drill you hard!” Tron gasped as he forced her mouth off of him. Not even waiting to see if she agreed or not, he moved behind her and roughly thrust into her. Not even checking to see if she was ready or not. Grabbing her shoulder with his one good hand, he forced her face down on the dingy sheets.

The speed at which he flew off the bed and took her from behind, shocked the fucked-up woman. The force of his entry into her wet, but yet unprepared, pussy – hurt! But even as she gasped for him to stop, to go slow, to be gentle – he rammed into her again-and-again. At first, she tried to wiggle away, but her legs were trapped tightly against the bed. Her face forced down by his hand gripping her long hair and his weight leaned onto it in the middle of her back.

“Please, Ron, Please I’m not r – ready!” she gasped.

“My name is Master – use it!” he growled as he increased the intensity of his thrusts even more.

Her body was so tense as her pussy was ravaged. But as he continued to thrust relentlessly into her depths, her body produced more fluids. Although still uncomfortable, it began to feel good to have his strange cock penetrating her.. Exploring her.. Commanding her.. “Please… AHHHHHH… Master…” she gasped, but her words turning more into a moan.

“Please what?” he growled as he thrust so hard it actually stung his pelvic armor. He could imagine how it hurt her flesh.

“Please… Harder… HARDER! FASTER!” she screamed. Her entire body beginning to tremble as her nerves responded to the incredible stimulation of his strange cock.

He snarled as he bent down and gripped her shoulder with his dental plates. Fucking her like a wolf.. Like a beast that was marking her as his. His engine hum grew louder as his heat built up. When her muscles began their rhythmic contractions along his length, he was pushed over the edge. His optics going wild as his system breakers flipped one-by-one in response to his overload sequences being initiated. With a final grunt, he shut down and went limp on top of her.

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He rebooted to the sensation of someone pulling on his legs. Activating his optics, he realized that Tracy had dragged him back up on the bed and was trying to arrange him into a more ‘comfortable’ position. “Mmmmm, you are a good pet Tracy. A very good pet,” he purred.

She beamed at his compliment. She grabbed the blankets from the pile he’d created, and pulled them up over her as she snuggled against him. “You are perfect Ron, master.. Perfect…” she purred, her dazed eyes closing as she passed out.

“Yes I am perfect aren’t I?” Tron chuckled. He stroked his ‘pet’s’ still damp hair as he listened to the storm as it continued to ravage Boston. Yes, now that he’d broken free of his core programming – he was perfect. He was free… He was alive… He looked down at the thin, sickly woman. Perhaps when she woke up, he’d fuck her again, and then make her wash all of these filthy blankets and clothes. Yes, she could wash them in the bathtub and then hang them to dry in this bedroom. She could do it all naked. Then he’d fuck her again….

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**Note: Ok, had to add a little smut.. Couldn't resist..….

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