"Where do I go from here? "
"Daisy" contemplated her future while casually strolling through the city of Boston. Born here 30 years ago she found herself tempted to return home but knew well that the Military would be staking out her heritage. Sadly, she knew that she must forever be dead to the past. All family that she knew and loved could never know her presence ever again. Most of them gone these days.
Her life begins anew. At 5'7, stunningly tanned complexion and perfectly toned body she caught the glance of every man on the street. Her long blond locks tossed about in the sea breeze. Her artificial android skin escalated its sensations tenfold. The flesh was designed to increase all feeling for pleasure. The merest touch attacked her senses.
Yes, you read correctly.
"Daisy" was part of what the U.S. Government referred to as their "ANNdroid" program. "MANdroid" if they were a male counterpart.
She and her colleagues had built the perfect homes. Their minds transferred over into these palaces of perfection would lead to a life of intrigue and beauty if careful. They had planned for every scenario imaginable in avoiding the military catching up to them. No satellite tracking devices within. No energy signatures. No fingerprints easily traced.
Each of them had procured a tiny stash of money to begin life. Unfortunately some poor soul had to cough up their finances through mental manipulation. There was no choice. They had to look like the average citizen. Having no money would look suspicious. Still, the vile nature of how they would get it did not settle well with some. In Daisy's case she only took what was necessary. That however would never last long in this bold new world.
Sooner or later they would need to find ways to replenish their monetary needs. Getting jobs would require paying taxes. Seeing as they officially didn't exist that would be impossible. Cash only jobs would undoubtedly require them to do things they would never ordinarily do. She hoped it would never come to that. Yet, she knew survival would depend on it. Luckily she didn't need to eat. Just put up a good act by doing so. With her brains and newfound beauty she smiled sheepishly, there would be no problems there. It would all be a matter of manipulation. Even if her suggestions overrode the sensibilities of others.
Strolling along the boardwalk she pulled her coats collar closer to her throat. As warm as the sun was this June day, the sea breeze chilled her sensor controlled flesh. She gasped as she felt her nipples stab erect dramatically. Jaw dropped she giggles, "This is going to be exhilarating."
The last ten years she had been cooped up in the think tank called, "OASIIS". Unofficially non existent to the world. Housed in the Adirondacks beneath a mountain it refrained from public knowledge. She was just happy to have escaped. More than happy.
Noticing men drooling from every angle she smiles coyly and unzips her coat as she walks along. The chill devastated her nerve sensors forcing her to grit her teeth until her thoughts could agree with what changes she could relate to. She never imagined that such a difference between her birth born flesh and the artificial epidermis of her android body could be so variant.
It would take getting used to. With a deep breath filling her artificial lungs she pulls her arms free of her coat and stands tall to let the world see her absolutely Goddess like chest. Perfect 36D's with challenging areolas that imprinted her white and blue T-shirt. Glancing down at them she whistled. Her nipples were like guided missiles. She was hardly the only one to notice.
Suddenly, she reflects back to her past life as a scholar forced by the United States Government to assist in perfecting Android Assassins for Black Op and infiltration missions. A life of growing old and overweight. Hardly anything special. Now look at her she faintly smiles admiring herself in a shop window. Only her mind had been transferred from her own physical body into this machine of artificial flesh, bone, and blood. A body so perfect it had no flaws. Unless she mentally told it too. She indeed was a Goddess walking the Earth.
As remarkable as it was, she still shivered at the fact her true body was dead. Deceased along with the other 30 scientists and special people held against their will. Forced to unite in a daring escape inside the bodies of these living weapons. Not only was she now essentially immortal, but with the remarkable research the group managed to secretly conquer mind control and telepathy amongst themselves. Even minor short range telekinesis. They could easily take charge of another human beings actions and thoughts. Mental mirages that made them puppets on a string. Something she didn't care to abuse unless it became necessary.
Each android body had various manipulations to assist in their missions. Such as fingerprint evolver modes which allowed the android to scan another human being and recreate their prints on their own body. Voice alteration. Even the skin could change its tint from lily white to bronze tan to the darkest black. Freckles, moles, etc. could be added and removed at will. Eyes could change color like a chameleon. Hair could modify it's length and consistency. Curls one day, straight the next.
Physical harm had a self repair mode. Bruises, cuts, even gunshot wounds could heal within minutes. Blood was artificial and refueled through bathing in water. Even a digestive system allowed the android body to consume food and drink like a normal human. Waste stored and expelled the same as a human host. Truly a remarkable beast.
The muscles within were designed for extreme maneuvers. Polymer over metal to avoid detection. There was no tiring and the structure of the bodies were designed for peak physical condition with added adrenalin to spark the strength of 5 men. Amazing indeed.
Daisy, the name she adopted while on the bus coming to Boston had no choice but to embrace a new identity. Having seen millions of daisy patches along the highway she thought it was a beautiful name. One that reminded her of rebirth each year. It suited her.
In her flashbacks she lost sight of her surroundings. To her shock she had not sensed anyone close to her. She would need to develop an early warning system. Currently there was no reacting to oppose this inevitability.
Daisy bumps head on with a man wearing a leather jacket and holding a cup of coffee. Their unexpected impact splashed his coffee all over her shirt and his hand. The heat burnt his knuckles while she merely stood there without any reaction to pain. He growled glancing briefly between she and his reddened hand until he noted her nipples stabbing toward him.
Calming down he discovers her eyes and swallows hoarsely, "I'm really sorry for ruining your shirt. Did I burn you?"
Daisy tilts her head shyly, "No. I guess I'm tough like that." She pulls the shirt up slightly to examine the stains revealing her succulent belly button. A shame he hadn't quite noticed yet. Frowning at the brown spots she shrugs, "It's only a t-shirt. You can buy me another."
Stunned by her expectation he chuckles lightly, "For what it's worth my name is Glenn. Glenn Mercer."
She lowered her shirt and shook his hand, "I'm Daisy."
Glancing out over the bay she spots something that assists her identity, "Daisy Lighthouse. Yes, I know. My parents are British. I however was raised here thus no accent. " She was proud of her lie. Quick thinking she thought.
He merely nodded and shook his head almost embarrassed, "I'm not laughing at your name. Honestly! To be frank I'm having more difficulty not looking south of your neckline."
Daisy blushed artificially and grinned her perfect pearly whites, "Obvious chill in the air. They have a mind of their own I'm afraid. I'm deathly allergic to bras by the way."
Untrue of course but she wasn't wearing one. It was a good excuse.
He fidgets then gives up staring directly at her chest. "There is a God. Devil too sadly. Anyways, are you from here in Boston?"
She stammers lightly, "No. Relocating here and looking for work. All of my belongings are in storage until I find a place to live. Seedy motel's for now." Of course she was again forced to lie. Everything she owned was on her person. Stolen clothing to be exact. No motel to call home. She had just hit the city and was playing things by ear.
