Experiment S20-9C

Chapter 2

One Week Later

Cybertel S20-9C stood on the bridge next to Dr. Murik. It had learned quickly that the man was a psychotic scientist, but that didn't really affect the female cyborg. The one who had created it had been a similar case, and they even shared some of the same features: short and curly dark green hair that was starting to go gray, a thin build, and dark glasses. Dr. Murik always wore them, just as her creator did, and as minorly curious as it made the female cyborg, she didn't ask. The subject wasn't her business.

He'd given Cybertel simple clothing to wear, and the female cyborg wore it without complaint. It hadn't taken much time at all to integrate into the ranks of Murik's army. In fact, the female cyborg made it into the Elite—a high position, she was told. The outfit that spoke of her rank left little to the imagination, but it wasn't constricting or in the way. That was what mattered the most to the female cyborg.

By now they'd set a course to a secret base in some desert or other. Cybertel had only been listening to the important parts and wasn't interested in its name. As long as she wasn't in a cold environment, there wouldn't be any malfunctions.

"Hey there, newbie."

Cybertel swiveled an ear towards the voice that had spoken to her but didn't turn and look at them. She recognized the voice as one of the Elite (no lower rank would even look at her for more than a few seconds) and specifically one of the highest members; a seductive female. Murik glanced over his shoulder at the new arrival but didn't respond beyond that. By his reaction, responding to this Elite was permitted, but Cybertel didn't take the initiative.

A sigh sounded behind her, and then the Elite was next to the dark scaled cyborg, peering down at her—since she was one of the shortest among the Elite. Cybertel didn't need to look to know that she was being studied: very closely in fact.

"You know, if you'd relax a little, more people would talk to you," she spoke lightly as if trying to get a smile from the other.

Finally, Cybertel made eye contact, "What do you require?"

The Elite stiffened instinctively for a second, as everyone did when they spotted the unique eyes with W-shaped pupils held in a human face. Dr. Murik was one of the few that seemed to grow accustomed to them, but it was a reaction that Cybertel had learned to accept with little spite. She was just different than others—she knew that.

Heaving a dramatic, disappointed sigh, the Elite—named Crucetti, Cybertel recalled—drew back with a shrug. "You're so uptight, Cybertel. You're no fun~."

"Leave her be, Crucetti," Murik intervened, "Cybertel is one of the best. I'm sure we haven't seen all of what she can do."

None of them had been willing to let her use the crystal to demonstrate how the female cyborg could use its power, but Cybertel didn't point that out. She did what she needed to do, and that was all.

Suddenly, a shiver ran down Cybertel's spine, and the cyborg spoke before Crucetti could reply.

"Doctor, there's a crystal nearby."

He blinked, surprised, before looking over at the indigo crystal in his possession. Indeed, it was glowing brighter than usual—a sign that another of its kind was in the vicinity. Slightly startled, Dr. Murik turned back to the dark scaled Elite. "You can sense where the crystals are?"

Cybertel nodded, "Yes. I draw on the same energy."

A clouded, considering look came over the scientist's face, and it took him a minute to respond.

"Could you locate this crystal?" he asked at last.

She looked up at him, watching his fingers twitch from her gaze, "Yes. Just give the word."