I'm a Cyborg's Pet (girl X cyborg)

Chapter 75/Resistance/Inspection or Don't mess with love

A/N Happy New year! Unless you're using the Chinese calendar or similar we guess.  In this chapter we answer some of the most frequently asked questions about just how 'mechanical' is Rockwood's flesh.  If you're easily offended it might be best to skip the first 3rd of the chapter  past the girl talk (to the safe bold bit).  Things are about to get dramatic we are so hoping this works. Reb+RK

Photo: We found this model and thought she embodied the whole chic cyborg thing. Video: Historic SpaceX landing ushering in the era of cheap space transport. Who needs science fiction when you have SpaceX right?

24 Seconds into the future: Table 56/Slave  Nutrition area 4/Rockwood  Hall/Washington 2.0/Area formally know as Nebraska

Jenny's  POV

A blissful week after the gallery opening, which was little more that an ecstatic week sleeping in bed with him together all the time . I could finally bathe in the delightful attention with was Brooklyn formally known as Rockwood, formally known as Master Rockwood, formally known as  blood sucking cyber-turd Rockwood. Eventually, he would just give me his true name, except it would probably be in binary. Perhaps like Prince I just have to call him Squiggle, or Lord Squiggle or the Lord formally known as squiggle. I had visited flesh him in hospital, twice. Honestly, he had looked better, but as a guy who someone had thrown a hammer through his chest, he wasn't doing too badly. I was happy to wait for him, the guy had taken a bullet for me, that buys a lot of slack in my book. So about seven days later, Skype-Android-Brooklyn practically ordered me to go down and have lunch with Kayla.  I arrived in the cafeteria and found Kayla sitting on the cushions  looking very happy.

"Kayla, you're out of hospital, you look so much better, so how are you?" I asked while sitting down on the floor cushion and putting down my three ring binder and   my plate Persian squash & pistachio roast. 

"Well, I've been waiting to tell you the good news. The day before your opening cinder sent me on another blind date" said Kayla tucking into her bowl of Vegan Singapore Noodles.

"ooh - who was this time. Was it that girl with the nice smile and the odd number?" I asked.

"No, it was with a certain chocolate finding idiot. It was just luck of the draw" said Kayla smiling.

"That's fantastic, that is such good news!" I said my face lighting up. The Germans have this word Schadenfreude, it means 'pleasure from the misfortunes of your friends'. I really wanted the opposite word for 'delight at your friends successes' Erfolgfreude? 

"We had the second date on the night of your gallery opening. I am sorry I haven't been to visit you before now but my free time has been a little bit occupied"

"Don't worry I completely understand. So have you?" I started.

"Yep big time" said Kayla.

"Tell me all the details, how was it?" I said. OK this for me was like watching the tennis, I don't play tennis either,  you don't have to know how they score but  you can guess the basics and tell a lot from the grunts, arrrs and oohs from the crowd watching ( the tennis ). 

"Tell you a secret it was both heavenly to be in his arms, but weirdly for a professional courtesan I found him, how should I say this? Strangely still at beginner levels." said Kayla leading forward and almost whispering " Not that I mind, it was just such a delight to be together and be able to kiss without being able to blow a lightbulb afterwards."

"Well I did say the odds of Joe actually doing anything with Brooklyn would be really low" I said triumphantly.

I was trying not to bring attention to Brooklyn's ring on my finger, you know play it cool.