Intro
Jim, an airforce pilot is badly injured when his ejector seat misfires him into his canopy. Because of his injuries he's put on the cyborg program, both legs and arms are replaced and he has a power pack in his bowels.
His life as a pilot over he's recruited into the FBI and retrained, at the end of his training he is offered a unique opportunity, one that suits his new body and talents, that of a bodyguard. He'd be on temporary reassignment to the secret service. He did five years before the agency took an interest in him again, calling him in for an interview
He's offered a strange assignment, that of a body guard to a crime lord, he'd be undercover and there was a kicker, he'd be an observer in his own body. He'd have an implant fitted in his brain to turn him into a quasi-android.
He'd be sitting on an override switch, he'd have a locator beacon that he could trigger as well, the idea was that he'd be supplied to the don as a totally dumb and totally loyal servant, a fully trained bodyguard that would put your life before his.
They knew that he was 'making inquiries', they needed a willing body to go forward and were looking for volunteers.
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An unspecified future
"You can have the afternoon to think about it. You're not the first we've asked but you're near the top of the list, you'd be an asset to the team."
"Well thinking it through as you've explained it, and given I'd be back to normal in a year, I don't see that there's much to consider," I replied. "After all I'm half artificial anyway."
Actually I was intrigued, life guarding politicians was boring, most of them were assholes, spoilt divas whose egos were greater than their combined intelligence. This sounded like a slice of real life, my psychological profile showed that I had the mental stamina and it would be strange to take a back seat and let an AI run my body.
"So you'll take the assignment?"
"Yes, it's an about face from what I'm doing now, it looks like a challenge worth taking on."
"Well we're very grateful, we'll give you a day or two to sort your affairs out then you can report to the hospital for a full briefing."
The hospital was a secure research facility; the unit doing the work was actually set up to undo what they were doing to me. As with every advance there were those who perverted it, the cybertech was an enhancement for those who suffered a stroke or brain damage, originally meant to rebuild the mind but now used by the unscrupulous to enslave, especially young beautiful women.
Letting the artificial intelligence control my body for the first time was strange, I could see, hear, smell and everything but I had no control, I couldn't make my eyes move to look nor control any of my limbs, the program they installed overlaid my skills, my martial arts and gunplay, they enhanced my street fighting skills, integrating straight into my artificial limbs.
They took me to a warehouse for a demo, having me take out three men and score seven bulls on snap targets, whoever reported back to the boss gave me high marks because the next day a handover was arranged.
We met another car in an underground garage and me and a case full of money changed seats, leaving me to ride off into an unknown future.
"So, this is the boss's new toy huh," I heard the gate guard say.
"Yup, it's done nothing but sit there since I picked it up."
"Charlie said it's quite good, he heard from Greg that it took Frank, Butch and Willie down."
"It's a good job they cost more than they're paying you, you'd soon be out the game with that paunch."
We drove on after the exchange, stopping in front of an elegant house; another guard came down the steps and opened the door.
"Out," he ordered.
"I thought these things could think for themselves, he was ordered into the car and now out, how are these things meant to work?" asked the driver.
"Dunno, they told me to take it to the study," he replied, then turning to me. "Follow me."
I watched from my mental perch as we traversed the hall and climbed a grand stairway, he led us down a panelled corridor and knocked on a stout oak door.
"Come."
Opening the door and directed me through. I could see the blond's eyes assessing me as the guy sitting in front of the desk stood.
"So this is it, half a million bucks for a human robot."
"It's not a robot, it's a cyberman," a voice from the far corner said.
"Same difference, it's got a head full of electronics."
"Yeah, better than the sawdust you got. The boss is waiting bring it in."
"Walk." He instructed me. "I can't see the boss telling it what to do all the time."
"He's got a key to turn it on, it'll become operational then, then it'll have to look at your ugly mug to id you as a friend otherwise it could have your balls off for breakfast."
"Ha."
The bosses study's only concession to modernity was the flat screen comport, the rest was Edwardian or Victorian, leathered oak desk, ornate chairs, even a chandelier and booklined walls.
He stood excitedly waiting. "At last, Gunny's had one for nearly a year."
I stopped in front of him.
"Right, the lot of you out!" he said turning to the two that brought me in.
As they left he went over to his desk and retrieved an envelope from a draw. "Let's see how you work."
He pulled out the paper and read a string of numbers A12EC74F. Suddenly the eyes flicked from side to side as the Ai began to function fully; assessing its surroundings for threats.
"Cyber," he addressed me.
"Yes," I heard myself answer.
It was weird, the short sessions we'd had back at the facility had been the same but different. Then I was ready to intervene with my stop switch, now we were up and running for real with the first bailout date set for three months from now.
"I am your master, my orders supersede all others understand."
"Yes."
"You will address me as Don Carlos, understand."
"Yes Don Carlos."
"Good. Now this is my daughter, Jacinta." He held up a picture. "You will meet her later; you are to follow all of her orders as well."
"Yes Don Carlos."
"Your primary duty will be to guard me but if we are attacked you will aid my daughter, see her safe, I'll have Bud go over that with you, show you where the safe house is and how to get in."
He gave it a string of other do's and don'ts then called in one of his underlings. He took it and briefed it on the house and grounds, giving it the plans to study and showing it the escape tunnels and weapons stores.
It also got briefed on the town house where his daughter lived and the caches and tunnels there as it could be guarding his daughter when she went to university in September. The photo it'd been shown was of a schoolgirl but university made her an adult, probably nearer twenty than the fifteen of the photo.
It was shown the safe house, well photos of the approach and entrance. It was a secure set up, the 'house' was an old underground explosives store, a huge bunker with a lift down as the entrance. You drove the car on and keyed a code into a hidden panel and it dropped you down to a transit warehouse where you could park the car.
For the first week we just stood at his elbow and looked and listened. There was one murder and two drug deals I could have stopped but more importantly I was getting to know who was who in the organisation, who the contacts were, all valuable information in three months' time when I got pulled out.
At the end of the second week he made one of his rare excursions out of his 'country house'. He was visiting the city for a meeting and staying with his daughter, I looked forward to seeing all the new faces, seeing what they were like and who their trusted lieutenants were.
We moved at night in convoy, it sat next to the driver in the bosses' bullet proof limo, the journey was uneventful and it was out to cover him while he hurried inside. When it followed I was stunned to see the beautiful daughter that greeted him inside, she had long hair, nut brown with blond streaks.
My bodyguard self didn't linger on her but surveilled for threats, tracking around the room while I wanted to see more of the girl. The boss moved on, going with his daughter to the small lift. I got a better look, she looked five eight with a slim figure, from the back I liked the way her buns moved, flip flopping in her shorts as she walked.
The three of us got into the small lift, as we crowded in my hand brushed across her thigh.
"Hey!" she reacted.
"Don't worry sweetie," her father said. "He's my new Cyberman, you could stand naked in front of him and he wouldn't notice."
"Oh."
He knocked on my head with his knuckles. "He's full of electronics up here, no interest in sex at all; you'll be safe with him."
"How sad, Daddy you can be cruel sometimes."
"I didn't make him that way, he was programed when I bought him, still he'd make the perfect chaperone for you."
"I don't need a chaperone."
"No, but you'll need a bodyguard when you go to university."
"We'll talk of that then; I've got Shelia here and Danny if I need him."
"Danny's getting on, he wants to retire, that bullet in his hip is getting to him, says he has rheumatism in the cold and wet."
"But he's a nice man, at least I can talk to him, does this tin man of yours talk as well?"
"We'll talk about it later, right now I want to get to bed, my man here can sleep on the single in the nannies room and the rest will be downstairs."
"Alright, I'm going back to bed as well, I need my beauty sleep."
"Okay sweetie, take him with you and show him his room."
"Aww dad," she complained. "That's on the top floor."
"Exercise won't hurt you, go on be off with you, I've got some matters to sort out, I won't be needing him till much later and he's human enough to need sleep and rest now and again."
"Does he understand what we say?"