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"Lillith!" Ciro's voice booms through the door. "Lillith!" he screams.
I look at Killian, the weapon in his hand falling from his fingers, and he falls over the desk.
I push the button. The door whooshes open, and Ciro runs in, looking me over to make sure I'm okay.
"I'm fine." I run over to Killian.
"Get the fucking doctor, Ciro. Dr. Archer," Killian murmurs. "He knows what to do."
I press my lips over Killian’s. "I love you. Please don't leave me. Please!" Tears run rapidly down my face. My fingers shake when I try to apply pressure, wrapping a tourniquet over his upper arm.
"I love you, Lillith. Since…I first saw you." His eyes close. My vision blurs, going in and out.
"Ciro," I gasp, trying to keep my eyes open. "Help him." I see the floor become the ceiling. "Help…" Everything goes black.
"You can't race, Pyralis."
"Why not?" she asks with a mask over her face that reads FLAME.
I grin, pulling her to my side. "Because you're pregnant, Mrs. Cross, and you can't race."
She tilts her head, and I feel her gaze burn through my mask. "Then you better win."
"Is Dad a Uthean, now? Jimmy keeps asking." Niro asks in his little voice.
I lean down and grin. "No, I just have cool parts."
I designed a robotic arm after Lillith's father blew mine off. I sent his decapitated body to the judges. Because his attempt was an act of terrorism on the island, we got off, but they didn't know about the grid. They don't know exactly what happened, but we do. The border between humans and machines becomes blurred as technology progresses. In this harsh world, the merger of man and technology symbolizes a monument to the fight for existence and the price paid for power. Still, my price was love, and I would do it again. Because without love, there's nothing. No purpose for humanity to exist. Which leaves the burning question, what are we fighting for if it’s not love?
I look up at the glass box before heading to the Cocoon, the sound of the crowd going wild since Pyralis forfeited her race. The bets were up. Ciro nods across the track, looking at the numbers flicking higher and higher. The people would be proud. The rich think they are betting against each other for greed, watching the people scream. I'll keep winning. I'll keep protecting my family and the people.
In the wake of the collapse on the surface, subterranean settlements arose, and these distribution sites are indicated by dimly lit chambers placed at key locations. As the drones I control enter the rooms, the lights flicker on, bathing everything in a warm glow and throwing ghostly shadows on the walls. Locals congregate, each holding an ID chip that will allow them to get their allotted food supply.
Mechanical beeps and rumbles announce the drones' arrival at each distribution center. The much-needed supplies are hidden behind hydraulic doors that swing open to expose storage chambers. The ration container glides open with a hiss as residents move forward and scan their identity chips against a tiny panel. As those in the section get their food and water, a source of sustenance in an otherwise dark and uncertain world, a faint, antiseptic aroma permeates the space. Still, there is only one person I came to see. Walking toward my wing, I push open the door and frown.
"Where is she?" I ask Agnes when I see her with Niro on the bed, reading him a story. After suffering a concussion that night, she acted like nothing happened. She goes everywhere Niro goes now.
She smiles. "She's waiting for you. Your office, I think," she says, giving me a wink.
Curious. I waste no time barging into the main area, expecting Ciro but finding my sexy wife in nothing but a thong and a black mask that reads FUCK ME in dripping red acrylic paint.
"I think you're having too much fun."
"I think I want to get fucked…hard," she says in a sultry voice, bending over, showing me how dripping wet she is for me.
Shutting the door, I pull my cock out and fist it in my hand.
"Here?"
She twists her head. "Everywhere."
She slides her fingers over the smooth metal that makes my fingers when I place them on the desk.
"I think you like this a little too much."
"I do." She wiggles her ass over my cock, making the bead pooling at the tip drip on the floor. "I think you're fucking hot."
I smile. "Oh yeah?"
