Project Sable Rose, Wolfheart [online e reader TXT] 📗

Sable wonder what Sam and her had done that didn't recall.
"Well...I don't recall much about her. In fact, I didn't remember her until I saw her - and then it was just that we'd dated."
"Get on with it." Terra sounded very anxious. She kept shifting in her chair.
"Calm down, Terra. This is a little difficult for me."
"S-sorry."
The technist turned back to her sightless fire-wielding sibling. "It turns out that part of the reason is Jayson is very fond of my figure. Though I have no program that forces me to obey his every command, I do

have hardware that forces me to...uh...fuck him."
The smell of smoke made Terra and her leap from their seats.
"Calm down, Des!" Sable told her with alarm clear in her voice, her arms outstretched. "I...kind of like it."
Both of them starred at her.
"I'm breaking up with Sam. I don't know her, and I know Jayson. He's an ass, sure, but he's a lot better than a handler that will have me reprogrammed without a personal life, a desire for one or any personal memories. I'll be a robot with half a heart and brain."
"Doesn't it bother you that he has that kind of power?"
"Yes. But...it doesn't bother me that with him...we'll be a team again. He's

the one who's done this - it was Jayson

who organized the Special Unit Team to be the three of us. He made it sound like I was a wild card who would only work with him."
"Really?" Now they both sounded confused.
"Yes. Now leave me; I need to take my pills and go to bed. We'll be getting up two hours before dawn to debrief on our skills training...as a team."

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Publication Date: 05-11-2011

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Dedication:
To Joseph Pruitt, the love of my life, for inspiring me to keep writing about technology, and proving that love is there after all...