(Ainsley POV)
I stared straight ahead, calmly turning my eyes to monitor the street that I was assigned. The Virtual Intelligence program flooded my right eye with an employee information file each time I saw someone's face. Age, sex, marital status, background prior to employment, employment history, and criminal infractions. Everything compiled by the Human Analytics Department that operated within this station read across my vision as I stood attention over this habitation module.
My lungs pushed my chest walls outward, causing my breasts to press against my tight uniform. High Command within the company refused armed patrols for general security. I lacked any other clothing, so I was dressed in my tight light-armor uniform that I wore under my security armor. The leathery, black material left little to imagination. There was a time where I would have been embarrassed at wearing such clothes in public, but thinking back on how I used to be just made my brain itch.
It was a standard uniform, so my VI didn't see any issues and raise headache inducing alarms within my head. I stood at attention, feeling almost nothing when the occasional passerby walked down the street and viewed my form. Most only ogled my breasts for a moment before turning their head away after viewing my cybernetic arm and leg. The Alpha-Ware cybernetic limbs were a 'gift' from the company for services rendered, when I got fatally wounded in battle. They got me to sign a consent form that I still didn't remember signing, which allowed them to treat my grievous injuries with both conventional medicine and cutting-edge cybernetics.
The surgery saved my life, replacing the lost limbs and organs with cybernetic equivalents. The only issue is that the consent form I signed stated that I agreed to being a debt slave under the mega-corp until I could pay off the staggering cost of the cybernetic enhancements.
I couldn't determine if I was thankful or angry at my situation. If I thought about it too deeply, the VI implanted in my head would make me perform a system diagnostic. It was my 'governor' so to speak. The contract stated that it would remain in my head until my debt was paid. The annoying piece of tech was able to inject thoughts into my brain, making sure I followed orders and didn't go on a cyber-psychotic rampage. I never got such thoughts, despite what the popular rumors about the rare body-enhancing tech stated. It mostly just cooled my anger that I felt when some drunk got a little too bold.
My enhanced olfactory receptors detected the scent of alcohol emanating from the group of 3 men that had just turned the corner onto the relatively unoccupied street. My face scowled behind my full helmet as I recognized the man in the front. He was animatedly talking to the two men behind him. He has been coming by every Friday, when I was posted to this street, in order to feel me up.
"I'll prove it to you guys, this cyborg babe is super docile! I think that she got some brain matter replaced as well." The VI awakened in my mind from the anger it detected. The man's words hit closer to home than I would like to admit. There had been brain damage from the explosion, but I passed all my neurological exams after the cyber surgery, so I tried to ignore the anger. I immediately felt a cool sensation dominate my mind, cooling the rising anger as the smirking man stopped in front of me. Despite wanting to tell him off, words flowed from my mouth based off of the VI programming.
"Can I help you, Employee #C34-876?" My voice listed off his designation number, C34 referred to maintenance employees that worked with electrical generation within the station. His two friends were from the same group, indicating that they all worked together. I grit my teeth as much as the VI would allow as I felt his hand rest against my lower stomach. The suit I wore allowed for conduction based information transfer throughout my body. That made it work marvelously with a fully equipped armored combat suit, but it also provided no insulation. The warmth of his hand was transferred into my belly as he rubbed me. I couldn't bring myself to slap his hand away, so I waited for him to post a query.
"Yeah, can you tell me how your shift is going? See anything that us lowly employees should be concerned about?" Words left my mouth, responding to his questions as he explored my body. VI technology was advanced and could be used to make hundreds of split-second decisions in an instant. However, it wasn't human, so it couldn't think. After it suppressed my anger, it witnessed the man molesting me and since I'm not rejecting his advances, it doesn't see a crime being committed. The stupid program didn't account for its own tampering with my brain, preventing my resistance. Sighing, I answered each question as he got more bold, his palms grabbing large handfuls of my breasts. He gave my chest one last squeeze before turning and doing a mock bow to his friends.
