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**Prototypes/Insanity Part 3**

**To Feel Human part 7** written by StSE, universe G1

“Tyrone does,” Scream said as he sulked further into the couch. Pouting, he looked up at Sharon, ever hopeful that his standard act would make her cave-in like it normally did.

Sharon sighed in exacerbation as she took another sip of the hot cocoa that TC had just made her. “He’s black, he can use those words. You’re not, so you can’t,” she explained for the thirtieth time.

“Wow! Check out that vid!” TC interrupted. He had quit listening to Scream’s whining a while ago, and now his optics were glued to the news on the TV. The Nor-Easter was ravaging the Northeastern seaboard with its brutal icy grip. “Hey, that’s the mall! Wow! I’m seeing the mall on TV!” he exclaimed as he noticed his favorite shopping haunt was now the focus of field reporters. But it wasn’t on the news for a good reason. Part of the roof had collapsed over the Macey’s store.

Almost falling off the couch in shock, TC went up close to the TV screen, tears rolling down his cheeks. “My store… My favorite store… No! No! My favorite store..” he sobbed as he watched.

“You’re banned from saying ‘nigga’, ‘whoe’, ‘bro’ and ‘cuz’ – that’s FINAL!!” Sharon barked at the red clone, her tone indicating that she was tired of discussing it. Turning her attention to the blue clone that was now on the floor sobbing at the loss of ‘his store’, she set down her cup and went over to him. “Don’t worry TC, things like this happen. They have insurance, they’ll fix the store back up,” she said in a soft voice as she patted his wing. TC’s attachment to shopping and stuff he owned always amazed her.

He dove into her arms, still sobbing as he cussed the storm out for ‘destroying the best store in the world.’

Scream snorted. Though he liked to shop, he wasn’t addicted to stuff nearly as bad as TC was. But as far as he was concerned the storm had a good side. Perhaps it had finished off Tron? But he knew better than to utter those words. Sharon was already pissed at him for talking like Tyrone had taught him to, and he knew it’d push her over the edge if he voiced his opinion of the value of the storm. “Well, I’m going to bed. Night,” he announced as he stood up and wandered off to his room.

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Scream stared at the TV as he gripped the football that he always slept with. He’d woken up, the nightmarish memory echoes lighting up his grids. At first, he had whimpered in fear as he had instinctively huddled against the wall on the one side of the bed. He could hear Tron’s screamed degradations, hear the crack of that horrible whip, but as his optics truly activated – they strayed to the TV screen. The Weather Channel filling his meta, driving out Tron.

He had slowly relaxed then, and stretched back out in his bed. Yes, HIS bed! He scanned the TV-lit room around him. The room and everything in it – was HIS! Really and truly HIS! He grabbed the marker from the top of his nightstand, and as he’d done almost every night since he had come to his new home, he went to a wall and wrote on it. He wrote to himself how he was a good clone now, a happy clone now.. With a wry smile, he read his written words, set the marker back down in the same exact spot, and laid back down as he curled his arms back around his football.

Grabbing the remote, he flipped through the channels again. Still amazed that HE decided on what he wanted to watch. The TV was HIS! The remote was HIS! The bed, the dresser, the nightstand, the curtains, and even the very floor of the room – was HIS! He smiled happily, mumbling to himself that he was now a good clone. Telling himself that he deserved these things now…

A loud sound shook him then. Yelping in surprise and fear, Scream flew against the nearest wall and huddled there. His optics darting fearfully around him.. Was Tron coming to get him?! Was that the bullwhip he had heard?! He chewed on his lower lip as his wings trembled.. But he didn’t hear or see anything. Perhaps it was just another memory echo?! But the TV screen went to fuzz, so he no longer had that wonderfully boring weatherman to drown out the memory echoes.

Taking a few deep intakes of air, he slowly forced himself to relax. He was a good clone now.. A strong clone now.. Tron couldn’t hurt him, surely he was off-lined under the cold waters of the river.. He slowly uncurled himself and began crawling back towards his bed. Reaching out to it with his hand… Suddenly the room flashed full of light and the house seemed to shake with a loud Ka-boooom! Scream shrieked in absolute terror. Crawling towards his door, he went out and slunk silently down the hall until he sat at his ‘parents’ close door. He stayed huddled there for a while. Just knowing that they were so close to him seemed to calm him.

He could hear the moans and soft words emanating from behind that door. Knew without a doubt that Sharon and TC were involved in interfacing with each other… Many times he had sat here in the night, listening to them. Happy that he was the son of two such gentle beings.. Their interface sounds were like music to his audios. That was what clones like he and TC were built for. To make those sounds with a human… Scream would smile then, and wish his base programming weren’t so fragmented. For when he even thought about another being touching his bonding nets, he was overcome with fear..

But TC and Sharon had understood when he sobbed to them about it. They held him and rocked him telling him that it didn’t matter if he never interfaced again. He was a good clone.. A good son! He was smart and helped around the college. Yes, everyone liked him. He was useful. He didn’t need to bond or interface!

He’d been here four months now. A wonderful life as a loved son! TC had already taught him so many things about how to be an independent clone like him. And what he hadn’t taught him, his Tyrone and the others had! Scream could now talk openly to everyone. He wasn’t afraid anymore. Well, except at night when the terrors hit him. But he’d learned to deal with that..

Relaxing against their door, Scream sat and put his head down on his knee armor as he continued to listen to the sounds of pleasure coming from within. Yes, he’d just defrag here tonight. It never made his parents mad when they had to step over him in the morning. He felt safe here..

He was just starting to drift off as the house shook again. Yelping in terror, he threw open the door and stumbled into their room. Sobbing as he fell on the floor next to their bed.

Sharon had been standing bent over, with TC pleasuring her from behind as the door burst open. In surprise, they separated and stared down at him.

“I’m.. I’m sorry..” Scream stammered as he tried to explain his interruption, but the thunder boomed again, cutting him off. He screamed and shot under the bed, whimpering in absolute terror.

“The storm’s scaring him TC,” Sharon explained as she held up a finger to her confused blue clone. TC was fixing to yell at Scream for barging in without knocking, but at her quiet words, he slammed his mouth shut before he could utter them.

“But he’s heard storms before,” TC asked in a confused tone.

“Not Nor-Easters like this,” she said as the house shook again. The red clone yelped under the bed in response. “Shhhhh, Scream, its ok. We’re here. You’re safe,” she cooed as she looked under the bed. “Give me your hand Scream, give me your hand,” she ordered softly. “It’s ok, lots of human children are afraid of these storms too.”

Whimpering sounds could be heard in between the thunderclaps, but Sharon felt trembling fingers wrap hesitantly around hers. Slowly, she got him to crawl out from under the bed, the red clone diving into her arms, burying his head in her long hair as his wings slowly extended back out.

TC sighed as he retracted his bonding cable and plopped himself on the bed. He glanced at his naked girlfriend holding their ‘son’, and if he didn’t know how terrified Scream was of bonding, he’d actually be jealous. But he knew the red clone too well. Had no fear of that, so he nodded at the bed beside him, “well Scream, guess you can sleep with us tonight.”

Scream slowly pulled himself free from Sharon, with a timid but relieved smile; he dove under the covers next to TC. His chassis still trembled slightly at each thunderclap. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I interrupted you… I’m bad..” he sobbed from under the covers.

TC patted his wing that was sticking up from under the covers. They had custom ordered this bed when they’d brought Scream home. The bed was wide enough for the two Seeker clones and Sharon to fit comfortably on, so that every night the ‘family’ could spend quality time together watching TV. “It’s ok Scream. Hell, you’ve been listening to us for months now anyways,” he said with a chuckle.

They’d known he’d been prone to listening to them. He’d admitted as such. And after discussing the behavior and his original – but now fragmented – programming with Dr. Phelp, they’d all decided to be open about it and let him continue the behavior. Perhaps it was his way of trying to repair his base programs. To constantly expose himself to the sounds of how interface was supposed to be, and perhaps counter what he’d been taught it was. So unlike human families, discussion about intercourse was encouraged and sometimes highly detailed.

“Go ahead and finish, I’ll just stay under here – ok?” Scream’s muffled voice offered.

Sharon and TC glanced at each other, unsure of how to proceed. In human families, this would not be appropriate, but they weren’t a human family. And they as his ‘parents’ were to try and help him overcome his past. Be ‘models’ to him of how human/clone relationships/interface should be. Perhaps he was now ready to actually view the act of human/clone interface?

TC extended his cable back out, more than willing to finish what he had started. He grinned up at Sharon and shrugged. “Well, you heard the boy,” he chuckled.

She glanced from her mate to the shape under the covers and back again. This situation was so abnormal, but yet, it might help the red clone. “Well, um, I guess so,” she said as she slid up on top of TC.

They began to kiss, trying to forget that there was a clone under the covers next to them. Slowly, Sharon began to feel her desire mounting again. Positioning herself, she slowly slid onto TC’s thick cable. “AHHHHHHHHHH!” she moaned as he filled her.

She sat up on him, straddling him as he pumped into her. His hands caressing her breasts stabilizing her as she threw her head back in ecstasy. “Mmmmmm, cum for me Sharon… cum for me..” TC purred as he timed his thrusts, knowing just how she liked it.

“MMMMMMMMM FASTER!” she moaned as she leaned forward and gripped his intakes. Her body began to shake as her muscles began to pulse against his shaft..

TC stopped as she came. He knew how she liked it, and this would be the first of many times for the woman. Only when she told him she was satisfied would he overload himself. He had learned the control. Learned it under her experienced hands.. “Ready for more?” he asked as he felt her muscles loosen up a little.

“God, you’re incredible TC!” she gasped as she leaned forward and took his lips. They kissed passionately as he began to slowly move within her again. The blue clone knowing exactly how she liked it… Sharon finally pulled her lips from his, her eyes scanning his beautiful red optics. But then she caught something out of the corner of her eye. Another set of red glowing in the darkness between the flashes of light.

She turned her head, meeting her ‘son’s’ optics as he watched them with a look of wonderment on his face. The covers pulled down just enough for him to watch. “What are you feeling as you watch us Scream?” she asked, moaning slightly as TC playfully nipped her shoulder.

Scream’s blush of embarrassment went unseen in the darkness. He had been watching them since they had returned to their pleasure. His meta recording every fact, every moan.. His bonding networks began to respond. Respond in a way that they had done when he was first activated. Before pain had fragmented those programs… “I feel… I feel.. Um, want..” he stammered.

TC glanced over at his adopted son. Not liking the fact that Scream sounded like he might be becoming attracted to Sharon in that way. “Want for Sharon?” he asked, his optics narrowing just slightly.

“N.. No.. Um, want to feel like you are feeling,” Scream stammered. His cable wanted to extend, actually wanted to extend!!! He didn’t know what to do, it was too confusing. He bit down on his lower lip and trembled in confusion.

Sharon reached over and touched the side of his face. “It’s ok if you masturbate Scream. It’s very normal,” she said softly.

Scream looked at her with confusion in his optics. Was she telling him to self-interface? Was that what she was telling him to do?

“Here, hold your hand out,” TC ordered. He reached over onto the nightstand by his side of the bed, a mischievous smile crossing his face as his fingers curled around the small bottle of K-Y.

The red clone pulled a hand out from under the covers and held his hand out. He felt the blue clone put a small bottle in his palm. Bringing it up to his optics, he tried to figure out what it was.

Sharon giggled even as she wiggled a bit on TC, causing the clone to moan and arch underneath her. “Its lubricant, extend your cable out to whatever dimensions you want to, spread it along your length, and self-interface,” she explained. Spelling everything, every move out to the red clone…

“It’s ok if I self-interface?” Scream asked in a hesitant voice. Angie had always told him that meant he was a bad clone. A very, very bad clone…

“Sometimes, if you can’t handle the touch of another being, then it’s a good substitute. A very acceptable substitute, GOOD clones self-interface!” Sharon assured him in a soft and understanding tone.

TC patted his wing. “Go ahead, we’ll give you pointers, ok?” he encouraged. He didn’t mind at all if the red clone self-interfaced, as long as Scream understood that Sharon was off-limits!

Scream slid out from under the covers, still trembling slightly whenever the thunderclaps shook the house. But he was safe.. He was with his parents.. And his desire was increasing.. It’d been over a year since he’d truly overloaded - Longer than that since he’d overloaded through pure pleasure… He glanced from Sharon to TC, making sure that he truly had their blessing to self-interface.. When they both nodded, he gave an eager yelp as he sat down on ‘his’ side of the bed and activated his bonding cable. Slathering it with the lubricant, he sighed in happiness as he lay back on the bed and began to stroke himself with his hand.

Sharon chuckled at TC. “Well, I knew we wouldn’t be a typical ‘family’,” she purred.

He caressed her breast as he leaned her back so that she was sitting up. “Nope, but you’re ready for another, aren’t you?” he purred with knowing optics.

“Mmmmmmmm Ahhhhhhhhhh,” Scream moaned next to them, his optics half shut as he stroked himself into pure bliss.

Sharon smiled at TC as she slipped her fingers along the seams of his cockpit. The blue Seeker clone arched up into her. “AHHHHHHHHH YEEEESSSS RIIIGHT THEEERRREEE!” he screamed as she found a rather sensitive seam.

Scream looked up, his own thoughts interrupted by TC’s scream of pleasure. He looked quite comical, stroking himself and watching his ‘parents’.

“Scream, if you open your forward port and sink your other fingers inside, it feels even better,” Sharon advised him with a mischievous gleam in her brown eyes. She slid her fingers inside one of TC’s intakes, stroking him from within.

“YYYYEEEEEESSSSSS!” TC screamed. His entire air frame began to tremble.

The red clone wanted to feel like the blue clone was feeling, and obviously Sharon really knew what a Seeker clone liked! Since it was only his own hands on him, he didn’t feel that paralyzing fear of another being’s touch. It didn’t seem to bother him that other beings were watching him either. Opening his forward port, he bent his legs and slowly sunk a finger inside himself. Sensations rolled through him. Sensations he hadn’t felt since being loaned to Sam! He threw his helm back against the pillow. “YYYYEEEEEEESSSSS!” he screamed as he pumped his throbbing cable faster and faster and drove two fingers inside his slick port.

Sharon watched the red clone in total fascination as she caused TC to buck under her with her knowledgeable touches on his chassis as he slid his cable in-and-out of her. It actually turned her on to see the abused clone be able to release himself like this. It was so – beautiful!

“AHHHHHHHHH!” Scream yelled as he arched up and then fell limply against the mattress, his optics darkening in shutdown.

“My turn?” TC gasped with a knowing smile on his face as he looked up at her.

Sharon laughed, “Yes, your turn,” she purred as she bent down and took his lips. Her fingers slipping back into his intakes… The chassis trembling violently under her.. Self-satisfaction rolled through the woman as the blue clone went limp. Slowly letting his cable slide out of her depths, she shifted so that she lay between the two of them. The clones both silent as their systems began to initiate the reboot sequences.

The room flickered with the violence of the lightning flashing overhead in the tumultuous clouds. The windows rattling with every rolling wave of thunder.. But in the bed was happiness… Satisfaction… Love… Sharon gently caressed the helm of her ‘son’. The poor abused droid that she had come to love so dearly….

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Padding over to the coffee pot, Sharon slowly filled her cup. She smiled as she brought it to her lips and glanced out the window. It had been a bad night for storms, a very, very bad night. Several of her trees had come down, and much of the power grid on the northern seaboard was down. The heavy layer of ice that had fallen before the snow covered it had simply pulled the power lines down.

Once again, she thanked the research team at the University for begging her to allow them to use her house for their ‘alternative energy’ prototype. True, it had been a mess when they were retrofitting it. But now, with most of Boston in the dark, she enjoyed the fact that she had power. The circuit cutoffs had automatically clicked to protect the house’s systems when the power grid flow had stopped. Now, it was relying solely on those batteries that lined the basement. But the sun would be up tomorrow, and once again those solar panels would drink in the protons and recharge the batteries.

So while others now struggled to stay warm, Sharon looked out her window, enjoying the view of the winter wonderland outside.

She heard the familiar tap-tap of thrusters against hardwood. A hand touched her shoulder. Without even turning around, she knew it was her son. “Good morning Scream,” she said warmly, nuzzling his strong hand. It was nice having him. Nice having a son as well as a mate to pass on her knowledge. True, they weren’t ‘human’. But Sharon truly thought of them as such. They were highly intelligent, inquisitive, curious, and most of all – eager to learn.

Her thoughts strayed to that poor gray clone. Now, most likely deactivated and flushed out to the open sea by the river. The poor thing was convinced he was alive. Convinced he was a slave. Sharon narrowed her brown eyes slightly. Perhaps there was some truth to his beliefs… Perhaps… She’d have to discuss researching that idea with Tom next time she saw him.

He kissed her on her cheek. “Morning, and, um, thanks for last night,” he whispered.

Sharon turned, setting her coffee down as she did so. Reaching up, she caressed his handsome gray face. “You need to learn to accept your own urge for pleasure Scream. I know what you’ve been taught. I know the damage inside you. But you have always truly been a good clone inside. A good clone that deserves to be happy just like everyone else,” she told him in a warm, soft voice.

His red optics searched her face. “I’m trying, it’s just.. just..”

She put her finger to his lips, silencing him. “Enjoy life Scream. Just learn to enjoy,” she said. But in her mind she amazed herself by her choice of words. Yes, in her heart she did feel that they were more than mere machines. Much, much more…

He smiled and nodded, assuming that the sex conversation was over. His wings relaxed, for even just talking about his issues – made him get tense. He heard the tap-tap of TC’s thrusters as the blue clone came into the kitchen.

Sharon shifted her eyes to her boyfriend, and then returned them to her son. “There’s a chest in our room. When you two take a break from cleaning up the downed trees, I want TC to show you what’s in it,” she told him. She then shifted her eyes back to TC and winked at him. “Maybe even show you how to use some of those items,” she added.

TC cocked his head in curiosity at her words. So he was supposed to teach Scream how to self-interface with whatever toy he chose out of the chest? This could be interesting. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he nodded his agreement to Sharon’s instructions…

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Scream ran his fingers along the length of the dildo, unsure of how he should feel about this entire ‘lesson’. Granted, he had broken through his walls concerning self-interface last night, and his ‘parents’ told him it was acceptable and encouraged him. But it went against his core programming to seek his own touch for interface. And even though his base programs were badly fragmented and now he shied from another’s touch – they were still restricting him from fully seeking self-interface.

“See, just open your ports like this,” TC said as he sat across from him on the floor. His port covers slid to the side, revealing his open valves. “Then, just use your fingers to get your nets activated,” he explained as he toyed with his own port entrances. “Mmmmm, God it feels good! Mmmmmm,” he purred as he leaned back against the side of the bed and spread his legs a bit further.

Scream felt his face plate get warm. For some reason the sight of another clone self-interfacing – and NOT approaching him – was causing his interface networks to react. His optics glued to TC playing with his ports, Scream leaned his back against the wall facing the blue clone. Setting the dildo down next to him, he copied TC’s actions. “Mmmmmmm, you’re right,” he mewed as pleasure stimuli raced through his nets. His wings began to tremble as he sank his fingers in deeper.

The door opened, Sharon smiling at them as she slid inside. “Oh, don’t let me interrupt you two. I just love watching TC when he does this,” she purred as she came and sat down near Scream so that she could watch TC. Yes, now that she had taught TC to explore his own sexuality, it was so erotic to watch him.. So erotic.. And since they were snowed in – why not?

TC grinned and nodded at the infamous chest. “Why don’t you join us?” he snickered. Heck, she’d been the one to teach him through example, so why not include her in the fun?

Though he blushed, Scream nodded at her. It felt so awkward to even do this. Went against everything Angie had drilled into his meta. But maybe with his new master, I mean ‘mother’, right next to him doing the same thing – it would take that awkwardness away.

She looked from clone-to-clone. Shrugging, she stood up and went to the chest. It was packed full of various sorts of sex toys that her brother Tim was forever sending her to ‘test’. Gotta love having a brother in the adult business! A single woman never had to lower herself and actually go to a store to buy toys. She fished around, finding her favorite vibrator. “You are such a perv TC, you know that?” she chuckled as she winked at him.

He grinned. She knew he liked to watch her, just as much as she liked to watch him. “I was taught by the best,” he snickered with a gleam in his optics. Then he shifted his gaze to the red clone. “Sharon’ll tell you what to do,” he added.

Scream blushed again as he lowered his optics. But as he lowered them, they fell on the dildo that TC had handed him. This caused his embarrassment to further deepen. “Um, well, um,” he stammered, unsure of how he should act.

She sat down next to Scream. Putting her hand on his arm and gently rubbing his armor with her fingertips. “Remember what I told you this morning?” she asked.

He timidly met her dark eyes. “Learn to enjoy life?” he asked.

“Yes. So now, just do what I tell you to do and enjoy,” she purred as she used her other hand to help her slide her jogging pants off. And with that, she and TC taught him by example. Taught him how to enjoy himself…

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It was very early morning now. Tron’s internal clock said it was 1 am to be exact. The storm was still raging outside. Sliding out from under the covers, he slipped into the kitchen and began his search through the cupboards. His meta had been drifting over every episode of CSI and James Bond movie he had watched with Sam. He had always secretly liked those movies, and now that he knew he was living as a fugitive, he would have to use the knowledge those shows had given him.

Finding a small, half-filled tool kit, he pulled it out and carried it into the small living room. Sitting down, he gripped the flat headed screwdriver between his dental plates and began to disconnect his useless cannon from his one fully functional arm. Finally, he got it off and laid it across his thighs. With his right hand, he began to disassemble it and remove the circuitry he needed. “Thanks, you fucking asswipe,” he smirked as he thought about the yellow clone who’d forced him to learn mechanics so that he would have to work with him.

Snickering at the humor in his thoughts, the gray clone opened the panel on his water-damaged arm. Using the circuitry he’d extracted from the cannon to repair his shorted out networks. Bypassing the damned GPS locator system.. Slowly, he got his arm and hand reasonably functional. No, he’d still have to depend on his right hand to do anything intricate, but now he could at least ball his left hand into a fist, and transform if need be.

Getting up he went back into the kitchen to put the half-empty tool kit away. Then curiosity got the better of him and he began to rummage through all of the drawers and cabinets, his meta barely registering when he heard the news man on the fuzzy little
TV screen warn that the Northeastern power grids were failing. “What the hell?!” he muttered in disgust when he realized that beside a half-empty jar of peanut butter, there wasn’t a lick of human food in the place. He stood there looking silently at the beer-filled fridge, his meta going over what he knew of humans. The ones he’d always been around had consumed food at least three times a day. But what did Tracy consume if she had no food?

He wandered into the bedroom just as the power went out. That’s when he remembered what he’d heard on the TV. But that didn’t concern him highly. He could go for almost a week between charges if he absolutely had to. He didn’t have the high energy requirements like a Seeker clone had. What concerned him, was the fact that his stupid pet had nothing to eat. He really didn’t want to lose his stupid pet.

He tapped her on her shoulder. Shaking her when that didn’t work..

“W… what?” she slurred as she opened her dazed eyes. Only blackness and two glowing red spots of light met her eyes. She yelped in fear and threw the blankets over her face.

Seeing in the infrared spectrum, Tron narrowed his optics at her antics. “Where’s your food?!” he demanded to know.

Tracy shuddered in fear at his voice. There was an intruder! An evil demon in her apartment! “Get away demon! Leave me alone!” she shrieked as she buried herself further under her covers.

Not understanding that the drug-addict might not remember him, Tron snorted in disgust. Grabbing her arm, he dragged her off her bed. “Wake up you dumb bitch and answer me! Where’s your food?! Humans must eat!” he growled.

She whimpered in fear at first. But then a memory broke through her mental haze. The memory of dragging in a pleasure droid from the storm, of her cleaning off his muddy armor… “R… Ron? Ron is that you?” she stammered.

God she was stupid! Of course it was him! “Answer me. Where’s your food?” he demanded again.

She lunged forward and clung to him. Feeling his warm armor against her naked skin gave her a strange sense of security. But why was he asking about food? Droids didn’t need to eat – did they? “Do you need to eat?” she asked.

Tron rolled his optics in the darkness. This woman was beyond stupid! “No! You need to eat,” he informed her.

“Oh, ya,” she said dismissively. She often forgot to eat. Sometimes going for days in between meals.. Food wasn’t important anymore. It didn’t give her a high. “I don’t have any,” she said with a shrug.

“Humans must eat! How do you eat when you have no food?!” Tron demanded to know.

“Oh, I just steal it when I think about it. There’s a mall about a mile away. I just go and get what I want,” she mumbled. Then she shivered, it seemed colder than normal in her apartment.

So that’s what she did. So it was like those shows he used to watch. Only instead of million dollar items, she just stole food and stuff? Tron mused. But then he felt her shiver. That’s when he realized that without power, the apartment had no heat. “Get dressed and then get under all your blankets, there’s no power,” he ordered. “And tell me how to get to this mall.”

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Tron smirked as he slid through the fading storm. The snow still fell heavily, but it had covered the ice layer, giving him traction. He knew from the movies that stores had alarm systems, but he’d also seen the actors shutting off the power so that those systems failed. Fortunately, the storm had done that work for him! And the drifts on the sides of the roads from the road crews trying to work all night - that no one saw him as he silently passed by.

It took an hour, but at close to 3 am he was hiding amongst the trees next to the mall. He slowly made his way around it. Happily noting that there were no lights… No sounds of heating systems… The mall’s generators had been destroyed as the roof over them had collapsed under the weight of the ice and snow. He slid in through an employee entrance. Following the back halls until he found a door marked ‘Sears’. This door was locked, but there was a slot for mail in it. With a grin, he held it open, transformed in a blur, and the gun slid through it. He transformed again as he hit the floor. His infrared optics not having an issue as he wandered through the darkness and did his ‘shopping’.

He recalled that James Bond was a master of disguise. And now that he didn’t have the useless cannon on his arm, perhaps he needed a disguise? He wandered into the men’s clothing department. Trying on some heavy winter outfits until he found one that worked.. Then he found a pair of matching leather gloves, and some ski ‘shades’ to disguise his optics.

But what about his gray face? He wandered into the cosmetics department. His optics wandering the shelves of various make ups, grabbing some heavy base formulated for dark complexions. He put some on and rubbed it in.

Satisfied with his human disguise, Tron wandered into the Christmas section. Filling a large purse that he had hung from a shoulder under his thick coat, with all sorts of Christmas treats… His internal clock said that it was approaching 4 am, and since he wanted to get back to Tracy’s apartment before daybreak, he went back to the door he’d slid in through. With a smirk, he unlocked it and boldly stepped out. Swiftly, he made his way back out of the dark mall and slid out into the darkness.

He was almost home, when a cop in an SUV stopped next to him. Tron ground his dental plates in trepidation as he stopped and tried to casually nod at the man as he rolled his window down.

“Sir, you need to go home. City’s shut down and under curfew because of the power failure,” the cop yelled to him.

Tron raised one hand in acknowledgement. Thinking fast, he came up with a good lie. “I’m just trying to get home sir. Power went out at work and my car’s stuck,” he replied.

“You need a lift?” the cop asked helpfully.

Realizing that his disguise was holding up at a 20 foot distance, Tron didn’t want to test it up close. “Naw, thanks for the offer. I’m almost there and got plenty of clothes on,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Ok buddy! Be safe!” the cop yelled as he rolled up his window and continued on his way….

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