From: fjohnson@skynyrd.rutgers.edu (Floyd Johnson)
Subject: STORY: Title unknown-section 5
Date: 17 Mar 92 20:52:21 GMT

ACCers,
	I spent a fair little while wondering how to advance my cyborg
toward the battle I submitted months ago. This past weekend, I wrote a
chapter advancing his relationship, as well as one identifying his
nemesis.
	I had planned to give some exposition on the Order's head
honcho, but I was more interested in what Darrin and Kate were up to.
My next post, which I also devised this weekend, will be more
believable--Darrin gets to speak his politics and use his nitrous
oxide cartridges.
	This installment is liable to draw some flames from the ladies
of the net, owing to the obvious inconsistencies in Kate's character,
and some sexually explicit descriptions, but _shigata ga nai_,
according to Clavell, the Japanese approximation to "what the fuck".
	In the event you missed or forgot the previous installments,
email me at fjohnson@remus.rutgers.edu, and, depending on the response, reposts will be forthcoming.
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In this installment, Darrin reveals his true nature to Kate. He also,
inadvertently, reveals the one thing to the Order that pisses them off
more than anything else:he is capable of sustaining an interracial
relationship.
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	"Darrin?"
	She was on the phone, talking with him because she was "in the
mood for conversation". She asked him, "Do you think I'm a little
silly?"
	"It happens to us all at one time or another. I'm sure *I've*
struck you as even sillier at times." He paused, musing over what had
brought he to worry so. "Talk to me, Kate."
	"I-I got to thinking of you. I thought about how it feels to
be around you. I thought of your feel, and your touch-"
	"I know; I think of such things too."
	"Do you imagine us...making love?"
	This caught him totally off guard.
	"Darrin?"
	He just sat there, stunned.
	"Are you there?"
	After about ten seconds, he stammered, "Th-The thought never
crossed my mind."
	"Oh--hold me", she sighed. "I hadn't, until lately. Only
lately do I feel like I want to get turned on by you."
	He tried to imagine himself with her-was it really possible?
	He thought about it-maybe he should tell her.
	"Kate?"
	"Hmm?"
	"Would you be interested in coming over? I mean just to talk."
Yes, this'd be the thing, he'd also fill her in on his mysterious
adversaries.
	"Maybe you'd come over here."
	<Aw fuck, what's it matter?> he thought. It occurred to him he
could also show her some of the android goons' circuitry. "Give me a
little time."
	"So you will be coming tonight?" Her voice seemed to have
gained some fervor.
	"Uh-huh."
	With that, he fished the parts out of a desk drawer, wrapped
them in a bit of dropcloth, and made for his bike.

	Nothing seemed unusual about this particular night, except
that Darrin chanced into a purple Cadillac about half a mile away from
Kate's place. As far as he was concerned, that was the weirdest paint
job he'd ever seen.
	It didn't occur to him, however, that at the helm of the
"pimpmobile" was no ordinary driver. It was the Order's infiltrator,
and had just signaled the base that it had located its target, asking
whether to strike.
	"No", the Chief replied, "just give him the usual."
	The infiltrator looked at Darrin, who wheeled around. "You
know what time it is?"
	Darrin replied, "It's about quarter to nine."
	The two met with a light. "No, I mean, what *time* it is", the
stranger retorted. "It's about *us*. Don't you think it's about time
we *do* something about the Man, like return the favor?"
	Darrin noticed this man was wearing a speckled bow tie, and
was familiar with political rhetoric on those lines. Looking him dead
in the eye, he hissed, "If you're talking about the kind of policy it
sounds like you're talking about, 'I don't *think* so'."
	No sooner had he said this than did the light change, so he
floored his Windraider, leaving a loud buzz in his wake.
	"A Tom to the core", the Chief Minister muttered, having seen
Darrin's dissing. "Track his ass."

	Darrin was sitting on the couch, awaiting Kate's return from
the kitchen. She emerged, bearing a pair of sodas in tall glasses. He
looked at her long, curvy form, highlighted by the black biking shorts
she was wearing.
	"Kate, I have something important to tell you. I'm not like
other guys."
	"Michael Jackson, _Thriller_", she quipped, sitting next to
him. "Don't tell me *you* turn into a werewolf."
	"No, it's far more staggering." He began unwrapping the
android arms. "I'm a synthetic lifeform-a cyborg."
	"Say again?"
	I'm deathly serious. You remember that guy I kicked in the
face? He was one, too." He presented the remnants of the pair he'd
destroyed in a bike battle. "Just like the ones *these* are from."
	She recoiled, closing he eyes in disbelief. Apparently, she
had grasped the implications-she was involved with a being that was
not quite human.
	"Kate, please, hear me out."
	She faced him, looking as if she were fighting back a tear.
	"I'm different from those characters; I can *feel*. Honestly,
did you think I was bulolsihtting you when I said I loved you?"
	"N-n-no."
	"I felt I had to be honest with you about this. That's how
much I love you. Frankly-"
	"Darrin", she whispered, sliding close to him, "hold me".
	He draped an arm around her, looking into her soft eyes.
	"You always did feel good", she sighed.
	His eye dropped to her crotch. The material hugged the folds of
her genitalia, giving them a full, almost muscular appearance. He felt
himself becoming erect, ad quickly drew his gaze upward.
	"Too late", she told him. "I see I turned you on." His
sheepishness showed in his face. She kissed him, this time eliciting
perspiration. "Maybe it can work."
	He squeezed her against himself. "Kate...thank you for
believing in me."
	"Darrin, would you consider...I mean, seeing you looking down
there kind of got me started." She put a hand on his ass.
	"Yes, but you'll have to show me the way."
	With that, she guided his had under her tank top, lightly
pressing his middle finger against a nipple. He gave her a strange
look, enthused, however, by the contact she had initiated.
	He carefully circled the areola with his forefinger. She
promptly directed his other hand to a buttock, which he began to
stroke, savoring its roundness.
	She interrupted his caresses. "I want to put on a little
music", she explained, leaving the couch. He watched her as she
disappeared into the recesses of her dwelling, noting the swing of her
hips as she moved. She soon returned with a DAT. It was real to him
that she was rubbing her thighs together as she popped it into the
stereo.
	"It's obvious to you now that I'm getting a little hot." She
adjusted the volume, and the sound of a classic guitar filled the
room. Watching the spandex-clad figure, he was sure his erection defied
concealment. He relaxed as she took hold of him, caressing his
buttocks and thighs. His hands returned to her breasts, taking in
their fullness, and began stroking them, playing with the nipples.
	She began shifting her hips, as she had before, giving a
gasp. At this, he felt compelled to give her mons some attention. She
began undoing his jeans, inviting him to slide his hands down her
shorts. She wiggled out of them, leaving only a pair of white panties.
He reached between her thighs, feeling them close around his hand, as
well as her mighty labia, which were quite wet-he could feel it
through the cotton.
	"Do it", she whispered, freeing his member.
	He reclined, reveling in his excitement. He pulled her onto
himself, exchanging wicked smiles with her. She played with his penis,
gently working a condom on it, with one hand, as she tugged her
panties down with the other. When the "final preparations" were
complete, she leapt onto him, wincing.
	"You all right?"
	Her naughty smile returned. "Yeah; it was just a little too
sudden." She groaned. "Pull back a little and heave for all you're
worth".
	He drew back, feeling her sliding around him. She was
retracting as well. He waited for her to reach apogee, then, in
perfect sync with her, let fly.
	"Ohh yess."
	That one thrust did a world of things for him as well. They
resumed this pace until their respective organs began to throb. Their
moans and sighs began to coincide. A single "Uuunh" surrounded them,
certifying  their orgasm. They collapsed and rolled off the couch, both
gasping for breath.
	"Ohh", Kate sighed, "that felt so *good*."
	Darrin could only groan his agreement.

	As he stepped out to his cycle, Kate appeared on the porch.
"Darrin?"
	He turned to face her, sweeping her into his arms. Their kiss
was a long, passionate one, one of a mutual hunger that each knew only
the other could satisfy.
	"About last night, if you ever had any doubts", she told him,
"I'm sure they're long removed."
	"Thank you", he sighed.
	Out the corner of his eye, he saw the purple Caddy whose
driver he insulted the previous night.

	"Holy shit", the Security Leader shrieked, "he a Tom to the
bone."
	The Chief Minister had just gotten into the room. "What
happened?"
	"Check this out". He played the tape from the infiltrator's
observations. It showed Darrin and Kate kissing, as seen from a fair
distance away.
	"This Brother is anything but", hew declared. "He has a woman
who ain't a Sister."