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."