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**Mentors part 7**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

“What if we get stuck there? Huh, then what will we do?” TC pouted as he sank lower in the front passenger seat. He stared out at the dismal scenery as it went by. Fucking weatherman! He thought sarcastically.

“Oh TC, it’ll be ok. I’ve got an overnight bag packed and Daniel’s got plenty of spare rooms,” Sharon said. She reached over, stroking his leg armor.

“Under these road conditions it’s advisable for you to make sure to keep your hands in proper position on the steering wheel,” Jag’s voice floated up from the back seat.

Rolling her eyes, Sharon removed her hand from TC and put it back on the steering wheel. It was bad enough having a friend be a backseat driver, now she had a clone doing it!

“You are such a prick Jag, you know that?” Jester smirked as he glanced over the red Seeker who sat between them. “OUCH!” A clang of metal on metal filled the sedan as Scream pegged him.

“Shut up Jester, he’d doing his job – unlike you,” the red Seeker snorted as he glared at the jokester. He extended out his retracted wing on that side, making Jester uncomfortable as he encroached upon his area. There WERE advantages to being a wide-winged Seeker model.

“Hey, you fucker! Get your wing out of my space!” Jester griped, smacking Scream’s sensitive wing with his fist.

“AKKKKKK! That’s my wing you motherfucker!” Scream screeched as his sensory arrays sent pain sensations coursing through him. But Jester’s punch WAS effective, since he retracted his wing back into the safety of his body armor. Just to get even, the red Seeker smashed down on his thigh armor with a fist.

“You bitch!” Jester grunted, as he rubbed the spot.

“Rather be a bitch than a freagin’ clown,” Scream insulted. They locked optics, both daring the other one to make the next move in their little spat.

“Both of you, quit it!” Sharon ordered from the front seat.

Scream turned his optics to the back of her head, just as he pinched Jester. “Yes ma-am,” he replied with a smirk.

Jester growled under his breath as he nodded to Sharon. Sliding his hand behind Scream, he goosed him. Snickering as the red Seeker did his best not to outwardly respond. But then the Seeker’s thruster stomped down hard on his foot. Causing pain to shoot through him.. He glanced over at Scream, a smirk on his face. Oh, he new how to get even! He ran his fingers lightly on Scream’s leg armor, noticing the Seeker trying not to show his reactive shudder. But yet, the Seeker didn’t stop him. Jester knew he was a slut for licking pussy, so he opened his own ports, slumped down his seat and proceeded to insert one of his own fingers within.

Scream’s optics were glued on what he was doing, and because he was seated directly behind Sharon, she couldn’t see more than his head. Keeping a poker face on, Jester sunk two fingers within himself.

Jag sighed in disgust and stared out the window, knowing exactly what the freagin’ Sideswipe clone was up to and preferring to stay out of this one.

On the other hand, the red Seeker was enthralled as he watched those fingers. God did he love to lick pussy and ports! And this was just torture! Pure torture! He met Jester’s blue optics, narrowing his red optics to slits as he mouthed ‘not fair’.

Jester merely shrugged and mouthed ‘so what?’ His smirk widened as he let himself shiver slightly, knowing that Scream could easily feel it since they were so tightly packed together in the back seat.

He couldn’t stop himself. Sliding his hand over Jester’s thigh, he tried to feel that ready port. Only to be slapped away by the red ground clone. “You fucking tease,” he whispered in Jester’s audio.

Jester pulled his fingers out of his port, making a show of enjoyment as he sucked them clean one-by-one. “Say ‘uncle’ fly boy, and MAYBE I’ll consider letting you,” he whispered back.

Oh, this was too much.. Too fucking much.. Scream snorted, turned his head away, crossed his arms and sulked. He was NOT going to fucking beg! No way – no how! But then he felt Jester’s leg shift tighter against his. He couldn’t help it, he glanced over. Damned clone was doing it again. Scream’s mouth watered as his interface nets automatically activated. “Ok, ‘uncle’,” he spat in a whisper.

At that moment, they pulled into Sam and Daniel’s estate and parked by the garage. Jester slammed his ports shut and hopped out of the car, winking at Scream. As far as he was concerned, he’d actually won the little battle of wits with the older clone. And damn did it feel good to pull one off on Scream! Running around to the trunk of the sedan, he flipped it open, reached in and grabbed his bag. Sharon had promised him that he could try his magic clown act on Daniel – and he couldn’t wait!!!

Scream stepped next to him, grabbing Sharon’s overnight bag. Unnoticed by anyone other than Jag, Scream wrapped his arm in a ‘brotherly’ fashion over Jester’s shoulder armor as they stood side-by-side. “I get you tonight - you fucking tease!” he snarled in a low whisper into the clone’s audios. Abruptly, he let the clone go and walked off.

Jag walked past him, punching him in his shoulder as he did so. He glanced back at Jester, his optics implying ‘better you than I’.

Jester brought up the rear of the group, his shoulders sagging a bit. He knew Scream would demand it tonight. But then his shoulders straightened a bit. Since it really wouldn’t be a bad experience in the least! In fact, it would be beyond fun! Especially if Scream really was so much better than TC at it! The bounce returned to his stride as he followed the others. Yep, he couldn’t wait until bedtime. Couldn’t wait…..

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“Brought the entire crew I see,” Tim noted. Setting his drink down he walked over and gave his sister a big hug. They rarely saw each other nowadays, even though Tim ‘contracted’ for her services as a robotics expert. Parting from her, he studied her collection of droids. True, he looked down at all the people in his corporation that fucked these things, but his sister? No, after all her bad luck with men – he more than understood. After all, it was her ideas on researching their capability for learning that had opened the market up so much. Well, along with that little incident at the bridge a couple years back..

He smiled at TC. Who was probably his favorite droid. Because of him and Speed – Tim was now worth billions! He gave the clone a big hug. “You been taking care of my little sis right? Or do we need to have a little talk?” he joked with a grin.

Tim reminded TC of Daniel. They were constantly speaking in somewhat confusing riddles. But all those field training experiences with Daniel had taught him how to interact with them. He grinned, motioning for Tim to look at something as he pulled a small bag out of his cockpit. “Like it?”

Tim glanced at the big rock, then over at a smiling Sharon. He knew his sister was crazy about this blue Seeker clone, but seriously? Was she going to actually marry the thing! “Did she say yes?” he asked TC.

TC grinned and nodded his head emphatically. “She promised to never look at another human guy again! Can you believe that Tim! Isn’t it great!?!”

The man was about to retort when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking over, he met his younger brother’s hazel eyes. “I think it’s great. Kind’ve like Sam and I being together. Don’t you Tim?” Daniel said. His tone indicating that Tim better keep his mouth shut.

“Well, if it makes Sharon happy – then why not?” Tim replied with a dismissive shrug. He returned Daniel’s smile, both of them knew he wasn’t exactly pleased with this. But hell, he hadn’t been pleased when his hunk of a kid brother had come out of the closet either. He’d just learned how to use it to his advantage as a business man in the adult entertainment field. His gay brother helped him keep tabs on that market, while his robot-crazy sister had come up with new markets for his droids. So, all-in-all, it worked out well.

“Oh cool! Who are these guys?!?” Jester quipped. He was standing in front of two silent military clone models, waving his hands in front of them while he tried to get a reaction out of them. Heck, even a blink would be nice!

“Oh them? Those ugly bastards are some of Tim’s military models. They’re REAL SLOW,” Speed snickered as he walked up to the red ground clone. He smirked at the two silent clones. He’d been insulting them for hours now, to no avail.

Tim glanced over at the two silent ‘body guards’ he’d brought with him. The two pleasure clones trying to aggravate them. “If I were you Speed, I would apologize to my body guards,” he threatened. The military clones were heavily armored, and a bit stronger than the average pleasure clone.

Scream snorted as he walked up to his brother and cousin. He cocked his head as he studied the two face masked clones. One was an Onslaught clone, the other a Brawl clone. Both of them, uglier than hell! But he’d trained with some like them, even had fun blowing a couple up! “Yep, hit them just right – and they blow sky high!” he smirked. He grinned cockily as he heard the Brawl clone growl softly, the clone curling up his fingers like he wanted to hit him. For fun, he tapped that one on his chest armor. “And this model’s got such a temper, they’ll forget what their commander ordered and just freak out. Makes it even easier to blow them up,” he snickered.

Jag walked over, easily noticing the tension in the Brawl clone. He’d studied enough stats on the various clone models to know this one’s. “You can cause their energon pellets to blow by hitting them right about – here,” he explained as he tapped a seam on the silent clone’s side.

Daniel walked up, slapping his brother on his shoulder. “So, I see you’ve gotten these two models a bit better controlled now?” he asked. He’d trained his prototype/human team enough with these models to know their programming faults. One of those was the Brawl model’s temper.

“We created a stronger emotional damper program for some of them. Helps them maintain control much longer,” Sharon added from across the room. She smiled at Shado as he handed her a mixed drink.

“Um, hi, I’m Christy,” a twenty-ish blond woman said as she entered the den. Her tits were obviously too big to be natural, her butt a size 2 – if that. And she had so much makeup on, Sharon swore she had more of it on – than clothes! She held her hand out to the older woman, giving her a big smile.

Sharon made a show of looking the woman over. She knew without a doubt, she had to be yet another Playboy Bunny that Tim had picked up. Damn brother of hers was such a freagin’ womanizer. She sighed as she shook the broad’s hand. Tim was the family’s only hope for reproduction now – and he kept going after brainless ‘arm jewelry’ like this one. “I’m Dr. Sharon Trakersly, nice to meet you,” she said with barely concealed contempt. It was women like this one, who had ruined all four of her marriages!

Christy looked down slightly, knowing the woman was hostile. She wandered over to a chair and sat down, knowing it probably didn’t matter what she said, the woman had judged her by her age and body. Shado came over and politely took her drink order.

Tim sighed, knowing his sister too well. She wouldn’t give a younger woman a chance. Well, unless he got the chic pregnant. Which wouldn’t happen! He just found pregnant women physically repulsive for some reason… “Well, the program does seem to be working,” he noted as he patted the Brawl clone approvingly.

“Yes, with Speed doing his standard for the last couple hours – I’d have a hard time not hitting him,” Sam agreed as he finished his drink.

“So what are you going to do about that little terrorist incident?” Sharon asked as she sat on the couch. TC sat next to her, putting his arm over her shoulders.

Tim sighed. “Well, we’ve had a couple of ideas. We could leave a few of them activated in order to protect the shipment. Have the military create a convoy around us. Or have Sam here supply us with security clones like this Prowl model here.”

“Sir, tactically it would not be advisable for military programmed clones to be activated and armed in a possible situation where civilians could be at risk,” Jag stated in a factual tone.

Tim smiled at the security clone, knowing his sister treated him as a human, so the clone would expect him to as well. But Sharon had a knack for making them ‘think’ like humans as well. “So what would you advise in my situation?” he asked as he studied the blue optics.

“Police clones with swat team and urban assault programming added to their basic programming packet would suffice. Perhaps in addition to a team of Springer clones for aerial coverage.” The Prowl clone stated the entire sequence without much inflection to his voice.

“Permission to speak Commander Trakersly?” the Onslaught clone asked. His visor had glinted at Jag’s advice, as if he disagreed with it.

“Damn! The fucker talks!!” Speed quipped. He cocked his helm, looking at the military clone with amusement. He’d been trying to get a rise out of the pair all day!

“My designation is Alpha-22, not ‘fucker’. Please change your reference to me from this point forward,” the Onslaught clone snapped in a rather arrogant tone. He shifted his optics back to his commander. “Permission to speak?”

Tim grinned as he nodded. His military clones were smart, just not as outspoken as the pleasure clones.

“Well, I’m still going to call you ‘fucker’ – deal with it!” Speed snorted as he walked off.

“Permission to teach him some discipline commander?” Alpha-22 asked Tim. His optics gleamed at the thought of ripping that obnoxious clone a new tailpipe.

“No, not at this time,” Tim told him.

Sighing in disgust, Alpha-22 turned to the Prowl clone. “As I wanted to point out earlier, if enough of my models were kept activated for the duration of the shipping period, our greater mental capacity for strategic defense would be more than sufficient to ensure the safe arrival of future orders.”

Jag crossed his arms; he was rather enjoying this little debate. And for the next thirty minutes he and Alpha-22 had a rather lively debate on the topic of providing security for future military shipments.

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“Hey, why don’t you come over here?” Jester asked the Brawl clone.

The silent clone turned his optics to his assigned human commander. Tim nodded at him to follow the red pleasure clone. With a brief narrowing of his optics at the obnoxious Dragstrip clone, the Brawl clone followed Jester to the couch with Christy sitting on it.

“You wanna see some magic tricks?” Jester asked the young woman, his blue optics bright with eagerness.

Christy shrugged, might as well be entertained by the droids – since the humans were ignoring her. She hated how everybody seemed to judge her harshly because she wasn’t very bright. But, Tim was worth billions, so she didn’t dare complain!

Jester beamed in excitement as he motioned for the Brawl clone to sit next to her. He now had two beings to try his routine on! Sweet!!! “So what’s your name bud?” he asked the military clone.

“Gamma-541” the clone replied. His optics tracked the yellow clone as he went over and began playing pool against the blue Seeker clone. He tried once again to override the internal control programs, but was unsuccessful. So once again, he couldn’t act on his internal anger. With a disgusted sigh, he turned his optics back to the Sideswipe clone. The pleasure clone was such an idiot! He had now pulled a cape out of the bag he’d been carrying and put it on.

“Hey Gamma, you got something behind your helm,” Jester snickered.

The military clone looked around, feeling his helm with his hands – finding nothing. “You’re mistaken, twit,” he snorted with a smirk. He was right, the pleasure clone was a goober.

Jester grinned, reaching behind the clone’s helm with his hands, he began to pull out a thin scarf. He kept pulling and pulling and pulling. Finally, he had a six foot scarf in his hands. “Damn dude, you really need to clean out your audios. Look at all the stuff you got in ‘em!” he chuckled.

Christy giggled at the standard magic trick, but Gamma-541 growled and stood up, his olfactory sensor touching Jester’s. “Did you dare to insult me you idiot!” he snarled. He was ready to punch the stupid pleasure droid when…

“Oh, just shut up and sit down. That’s what Jester’s supposed to do. Make people laugh!” Scream quipped from across the room. He, Speed and TC were involved in a pool game.

Gamma-541 pushed Jester and stormed up to the red Seeker model, getting in his face as well. But as he pressed his armored chest against the Seeker’s canopy, he felt something. Something pulsing strongly against him… Something caressing him, urging him to come closer.. He shook his head as he backed up a step. Hitting himself in the helm, he sought to reset his scanners. But still, the sensation was still there. The strange urge to be close to this clone… To touch this clone.. To feel that strange pulsing again.. Unable to resist, he set his hand on Scream’s cockpit, rubbing with his fingers.

He was immediately slapped away. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!?” Scream growled. He didn’t like clones – or humans – approaching him in that way, unless he first expressed interest! And he sure as hell wasn’t interested in some ugly military clone!

Gamma looked down at his hand, confusion in his optics. “I.. I don’t know. Attraction.. Pulsing.. Energy..” he stammered. His optics narrowed as he recalled that this was a pleasure droid, weren’t they supposed to always allow another to touch them? He stepped forward again, placing his hand back on the clone’s cockpit, feeling that wonderful pulsing again. “You are a pleasure clone. So I can..”

His words were cut off in mid-sentence as he went flying across the room. Automatically he engaged his weapons systems because of the attack. But before they came fully on line, every system suddenly collapsed, plunging him into darkness.

“What happened!?!” Sharon exclaimed as she turned around. All the humans except for Christy had been off to the side, deep in conversation about business. They’d just assumed that the clones would entertain each other peacefully. But when the Brawl clone went flying, and then Scream hit it with his null-ray – they’d realized something was amiss.

“Bastard touched me!” Scream snarled as he strode over to the Brawl clone sprawled on the floor. “Then he activated weapon’s systems – so I knocked him off-line.”

Sharon ran over to the Brawl clone. Swiftly, she opened his primary access panel and manually deactivated his weapon systems. “Well, he can’t activate them now.”

“Damn model’s still got a temper issue doesn’t it?” Daniel noted. He glanced over at Shado, and nodded for him to make him another drink.

“I don’t think so. Well, um, he stormed over here after Scream told him to shut up. He never actually hit anyone. And, well, he didn’t activate his weapon systems until Scream kicked him across the room,” TC informed them. He rubbed the chalk on the end of his pool stick and shrugged. “Not like when they’d blow up and act nuts on the training field.”

“So why’d you kick him Scream? You know better than to egg these models on,” Daniel asked the red Seeker.

“Because the freager touched me, after I told him not to!” Scream folded his arms, his optics telling them that he didn’t think he was at fault in the least.

“Why’d he touch you?” Sharon prodded. She stood up and rubbed one of his wings slightly, knowing it would help to calm him.

“He was talking some foolishness about attraction and energy and crap! Hell, I don’t know! But I told him to stop – and the fucker didn’t!” Scream huffed.

“Loser got what he deserved,” Speed added with a snicker.

“Shut up Speed,” Sam ordered, shooting him one of ‘those looks’. Speed snorted in reply and went back to playing pool against TC.

“But these models shouldn’t have any physical attraction towards anything! They don’t have a lick of that type of programming,” Tim exclaimed as he looked down at the rebooting clone. Last thing his company needed was another clone incident!

Gamma-541 reactivated. His internal systems check showed that his weapons systems were now off-line and unavailable to him. He looked up at the four humans standing over him. His assigned commander had a scowl on his face. Swiftly, he realized his error in activating his weapon systems within a residence. “I … Apologize for my error,” he stammered. “Permission to stand sir?”

“Permission to stand, but stand at attention,” Tim ordered. His blue eyes were harsh as he watched the remorseful clone stand up. “So, you were babbling about attraction when you touched this clone, after being explicitly told not to. Explain.”

Gamma-541 could still feel a slight pulsing of energy fields coming from the red Seeker. But since there was some space between them, he could control his urge to touch. “I sense a pulsing energy field emanating from him. It is, attracting, me for some reason.”

“Hmmm, fascinating,” Sharon said as she rubbed her chin. Thoughts of what happened this morning filled her mind. Could this military clone sense the energy field adaptations? And if so, why did it attract him. “Clones, stop what you’re all doing and come here,” she ordered.

Every clone in the room stopped what they were doing and came to her. She positioned them in a long line. With four feet in between each one, since she already knew which ones had the adaptation and which didn’t – she figured it’d be a reasonable test. Standing Gamma-541 back ten feet, she ordered him to walk up to each clone until their chest armor touched and tell her what he ‘felt’. But NOT to actually touch any of them with his hands! They didn’t need another Scream attack!

The five humans watched as the clone walked up to each clone. With Scream, TC and Speed – he reported feeling a strong pulsing, a strong urge to touch. With Jag and Jester – he reported just a slight tingling sensation of pulsing. With Shado and Alpha-22 – he reported feeling nothing out of the ordinary.

“Ok, go sit down Gamma-541 and enjoy Jester’s routine,” Sharon ordered. “The rest of you can go back to what you were doing.”

The clones happily dispersed. Jag and Alpha-22 deciding to play chess; Speed, TC and Scream resuming their pool game; Gamma-541, Shado and Christy – now all being Jester’s audience…. Sharon turned to her family. “We need to go somewhere private to talk about this.”

With a nod, Sam led the group to his study.

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“Hmmm, so these energy field adaptations seem to get stronger as time progresses?” Sam mused as he leaned back in his comfortable chair. He lit a cigar as he offered the other men some.

“Yes. I’ve noticed a dramatic increase in the field when Scream and TC interface. And this morning it seemed to attract the two new clones, and actually arced into their cores. This seemed to have jump started their own energy field adaptation,” Sharon explained.

“So they went from having no adaptation yesterday – to having it today?” Daniel asked. He took a puff of his cigar as he pondered the implications.

Sharon nodded; she sat back and crossed her legs, drumming her fingers on the arm of the chair. “And we know that Speed also has this adaptation, I looked when I installed the new batteries.”

“So even though their primary core is now just a transfer from their energy production systems to their battery reserve – the adaptation is still surrounding it with an energy field?” Tim asked. His brows were tightly furrowed, since he didn’t like surprises. Didn’t like them at all!

“Yes, since we decided to keep the solar and water energy generating systems in these prototypes, instead of the nuclear energy system – but still used the same storage battery – we left the old power core and just modified it to be a router. This way, if they see excessive use of their laser weapons – they can utilize a renewable form of energy instead of depleting the battery. But the energy field adaptation did not shift. It just seemed to get stronger,” Sharon explained.

“Can they use this adaptation to power their weapon systems upon depletion? This would eliminate the potential of the batteries being drained too swiftly and needing sooner-than-anticipated recharge. After all, we just charged them so that they could handle ‘anticipated’ weapons use. Excessive use could mean they’ll run through those batteries too fast.” Tim took a drag off the cigar, savoring its flavor as he contemplated the potential value of the energy adaptation.

“Tried that. The adaptation seems to flux too widely and unpredictably for that. It just seems more a harmless byproduct of their systems, than anything useful,” Sharon told him with a shrug. She took another sip of her wine.

Sam’s face lit up as he considered something. “Tim, how long have those two military droids been activated?”

“One-and-a-half years, why?”

“Sharon, why would the prototypes show this adaptation – yet none of the bulk-order models show it?” Sam asked.

Sharon set her drink down, cocking her head in curiosity as she considered the question. “You know, you’re right! None of the bulk-order models have developed this. Heck, my team has looked at hundreds of them over the years! But many of the private models have. That IS odd!’

“How many of the privately owned models have you seen with this adaptation?” Daniel asked.

Sharon shrugged. “Offhandedly, I’d say at least half of them have the adaptation when they come in.”

Daniel leaned back and took a puff of his cigar. “Well, let’s see. The pleasure clones make up, what? Ten percent of total sales for both corporations – and half of them get these energy adaptations. So we’re looking at an issue that only affects five percent of them.”

“Not enough to spend much time and energy on to research it,” Tim noted with another puff of his cigar.

Sam grinned at his fellow robotics manufacturer. “Nope, and since it doesn’t affect them in any way – don’t think either company needs to recall them either.”

“Yes, this just remains between us then,” Tim said with a nod at his brother-in-law.

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What they didn’t realize was that this ‘energy adaptation’ was actually sparks. Sparks that would soon decide the fate of the clones which had them – and which didn’t.. And the cores which were let in the ‘upgraded’ sparked clones – simply adapted to be spark chambers. But no one noticed. No one questioned. For the energy adaptations seemed insignificant and useless side effects to the clones’ functioning power grids….

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