"Ever have one of those lives? You know the kind. All of your life nobody ever notices you. Out of shape. Withdrawn due to ridicule. Really smart but yet get treated like an outcast for it. Ugly on the outside but drop dead gorgeous on the inside. I used to be that way. The crazy thing is when you are too intelligent the wrong people take notice. Right out of High School I was approached by a shady group with no name. Just lots of promises and loads of cash. I should have known better. Who would want a frumpy nerd named Delores? Only the freaking Military and their dirty covert dealings. When I turned them down they just put my name on a milk carton. I disappeared from the real world. I should never have sent a thesis on nanotechnology to the University of Massachusetts . They came. I went with them. Not the University mind you. The shadows that intercepted my thesis."
"Where I ended up was a deep cover agency codenamed "OASIIS". Picture Area 51 for clandestine weapons of strategic destruction. Not fighter jets that turn invisible. Although I'm sure those were in fashion at some other facility. Try fighter androids that have the invisible capability. OASIIS wanted to design the perfect subterfuge. Assassins that were so real that it was impossible to tell if it wasn't. My area was Nannite technology. Microscopic antibodies that repair themselves instantaneously. Combine my tech with the scientific know how of two hundred other specialists in various fields and combine forces? You get a killer android with brain patterns of chosen soldiers. Entering their thoughts into our host beauties and sent off to war."
"For the last ten years I've lived this lie of a life. Forced to commit to making these shells of perfection or lose my own life for failing. I wanted to live so I complied. Now I know how the Jews felt in World War Two. Experiments conducting experiments. It would only be a matter of time before the end."
"Luckily we were allowed to make friends to keep our sanity. Myself and the other Scientists managed to form a plan of escape. We knew we were expendable. Therefore we needed to use our combined brain power to sucker punch these bastards. We had the plan worked out until the day of testing came. Our subject "Colonel Simon Campos" was our guinea pig. Of the thirty plus androids he would be the first to enter his brain into the beast. Not his real brain of course. Merely his mapped out neural centers that were fused into the artificial brains of the android replicates. This worked too well."
"Not only did Simon take to the procedure perfectly. He realized its potential. The androids functions covered every possible detail to survive, infiltrate, and assassinate. Its flesh as real as any humans. Its muscles a steel hard polymer that was designed through the use of alien hardware. Yes, aliens from outer space exist. Stop the denial folks. Back engineering scavenged parts from their tech helped OASIIS in manufacturing the android armada we were creating. James Cameron would be proud."
"Simon Campos was a decent guy for a career assassin. Targets warranted only in his mind. I know this because one of our own is a Telepath. He knew what everyone was thinking. The Military was ignorant like that. Regardless Simon always treated us like human beings and less like lab rats. He knew what our fate was. As soon as OASIIS carried out their first mission test we scientists were on the chopping block. They couldn't just let us go. We knew too much. So many good caring people led to unnecessary slaughter. We couldn't let that happen. Therefore we planned. Planned very well. We were going out in style.
With Simon's help.
*
The Adirondack Mountains of Pennsylvania.
2 A.M.
Trucker "Melvin Daltry" steered his Peterbuilt Semi through the encroaching darkness. Added to the blackness of the night air was an untimely fog. So thick that he could barely see the curves. In all reality he should have waited to cross the Mountains in the daylight. Still his employer was riding his ass about reaching his destinations late more often than not.
Bad enough he hadn't slept in fourteen hours without the stress. Thank the good lord for "Monster's" in his cooler. Caffeine was the only thing keeping him coherent. That and the drawls of country singer "Alan Jackson" on his radio. All he knew was that he needed to get over this mountain safely.
Tipping back his can of Green Monster he winced at a loud thump on the roof of his cab. "What the Sam Jesus was that?"
He slowed his momentum to listen for any further noises when he heard his motor loosing power. ""Ahhhhh come on! I can't be late gettin' to Florida. Don't do this too me, Billy Bob."
He patted the dash as if his rig had any chance of replying back. Suddenly, all power faded and he coasted to a halt. Nothing worked, not even his CB radio. He opened his window and chucked the leftovers of his can of Monster out into the ravine below. Sitting lifeless he swallowed hoarsely. From his rearview mirror there wasn't a light anywhere. Even if the fog wasn't there to conceal them. He fidgeted awhile then pulled his cellphone from his belts case opening it up. Dead as a doornail. Seeing that spooked him and he rolled his window back up.
He was afraid to get out of his truck. He told himself he would just sit things out until morning. He settled back on edge from his caffeine high and darted his eyes in all directions. Too eerie for this kind of high he thought. A few heavy breaths later he hears the screeching of his trailer doors open from the back of his rig. That spooked him. All he was hauling was peat moss for a Gardening Center Warehouse. Who the hell would wanna break his seal for dirt?
He picked up a hand held Taser from his glove box then realized that even that had no charge. "Dammit! Why won't they let us carry guns?"
Growling he grabs a large crescent wrench and opens his truck door dropping to the tarmac road. He hesitates listening when he hears light voices both in front of him and behind. Whirling around he turns directly into the most beautiful naked woman he had ever barely seen. "Whooza! What are you doing out here with no clothes Lady?" The black haired woman smiled softly, "Don't be afraid. None of us will harm you."
His eyes bulge when he finally focuses his eyes behind her to see more naked women and men approach to gather around him. Even younger teenagers and children. Unsettling to his nerves that they would be allowed to run nude like some long lost primitive society. He steps back three feet only to bump into a man six feet tall with blond hair. Turning swiftly he rears the wrench into the air in defense. The man merely grins and winks at him. Melvin Daltry then felt the wrench drop from his grasp. His whole body became pleasantly numb. The man before him spoke to Melvin, only without moving his lips. "Remain calm. We only need your vehicle."
The others hear the man's silent command to board the trailer and stay in hiding. As Melvin's eyes caught glimpses of the others walk around him he could only think, "Who are you people? Vampires? Aliens? You aren't gonna probe me are you?"
