Fan Fiction ❯ Human Alloy ❯ A New Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

Yes this all original fiction, all mine no one else's so if you steal you die XP It is rated for lemon scenes in later chapters which, after I finish and edit the whole story, I will also edit out those scenes so it'll be safer for younger people to read :P

 

I'm sure there are typos in there somewhere x.x; Also there's a song used in here by Celine Dion….. use of lyrics aren't generally wide accepted in stories so I'll either replace it by one of my songs …. Which I have now done… yes that's a song by me… wheee XD

 

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Worldwide, reports of claims of the idea of turning humans into robots spread like wildfire. It was purely indiscriminate through the media who obviously wanted to shut us down and gain all the control of the human populace since R.A.D.A.R. was gaining a lot of competition through with its multi-billion funds. Thousands of gossip originated rumors lead people to believe that these were our truths.

"Idiots," I muttered as I threw my bowl of fiber-o's at the television set. The hologram faded as milk seeped into its processing unit. R.A.D.A.R.'s company owner, Mr. Quendenski, or Mr. Q as we called him for time's sake, stated that his products weren't terrible creations that he had made to appear as an image of God. People complained that it was against God's will that R.A.D.A.R. made robots to convenience them. Apparently they only thought there was only one God at the moment, oblivious to anyone else's religion. R.A.D.A.R.'s company had nothing against people's religion, but those annoying ones that wanted to argue that and keep their robots were told to either shut up about it or hand over their Mecha-Pet. Many were relieved of their androids and were sectioned off to attain there own "perfect," pious world.

        People like those disgusted me.

"If you ask me," Professor Cannory, head of Natural Development once said, "each person is their own god. Anyway, all they want is someone to blame for their own misdoings. It's their own damn fault if something goes wrong. They all want to do is do what they want and still expect an ultimate ethereal reward for saying they're religious and going against half the things they 'believe.' Greedy bastards." I sighed and shook my head. You can't tell religious people anything and expect them to believe it. Even if it's something as little as making self tying shoes. It had to be nearly forced because they were so damn ignorant of the real world. 'Quixotic morons is what they are...' I thought angrily. Since our government was so twisted, you could do anything and get away with it. It was pretty much unanimously suggested to be autonomous since the presidents funded the worst stuff as influence for people, and made stupid laws like not being able to drink milk on any day other than Sunday because all the cows went between buns at McDonalds. People only wanted to make themselves happy, no matter how they did it. No wonder our drug and tobacco companies were billions of dollars rich.

        "What? Another triple R?" Kane asked me before taking another draft of his beer as he approached my table. Triple R just stood for R.A.D.A.R. Rumor Report. That's what we called all the gossip that the media fed the ignorant masses nowadays. I scowled.

"Well what else would it be?" I asked bitterly.

"I don't know, maybe another vote for Bush LXVIII campaign? Not like anyone even bothers with the presidential elections anymore..." I rolled my eyes. Kane was a buddy of mine; he had helped me out once in a tough situation and has been my pal ever since. I usually saw him in the morning and chatted online with him at night, but seldom saw him at any other time because he worked at the opposite end of the building in the natural development department. I pushed several long white strands of hair from my face. My hair was dyed regularly with a sprayable hair dye, but my natural black roots were beginning to show a few inches at my scalp. This decade's fashion sense consisted of mini-skirts, colored hair, piercings, and gadgets. Mechanical gadgets and lots of them.

        I myself wore a hip hugging belt with a touch sensitive tail shaped in an arrow at the end like the little devil that I was. I usually kept a head band that could be used as a scrunchie by retracting at the touch of a button. I sometimes kept cat ear attachments on my head band, but not usually. Also, I had a navigational bracelet that would display any downloaded map, including directions. Kane's aquamarine eyes watched me curiously.

"I don't like that look you're giving me," I said in annoyance, glaring at him. He grinned, showing his wolfish teeth.

"I know," my friend purred, approaching the table and sitting down on it. "That's why I do it." He had his green streaked, golden blonde hair in a ponytail, but still managed to keep it streaming around his face.

"Are you trying to piss me off on purpose?" I asked as he threw one leg onto the table top, flashing me with his silky purple underwear that peeked from beneath his knee length black layered skirt. He thought for a moment.

        "Mmm.. Yes!" he said, with a deviously hinting look in his eyes.

'You had to think about that?' I asked myself. After staying up nearly all night and only getting three hours of sleep, this is one thing I didn't want to deal with. I could tell this would be a bad day. I considered him for a moment.

"Ever since the 19th century blonde's were considered dumb, as they are today. You'd figure we'd either invent something to help them out or that they'd have died out by now," I said as I stood, leaving the table and pulling Kane's scrunchie from his hair as I did so, allowing his shoulder length hair to sweep down around his neck.

"Heeey!" he whined as I pocketed it, crossing the cafeteria room to the moving floor. He slid off the table, looking a little upset at what I had done, but his slight misfortune made me smile. Somehow, his being worse off than me made me feel somewhat better.

        The cafeteria room was a small one, only holding a few hundred at once comfortably. I suppose about a thousand could manage, but there weren't that many in the computer department and a fourth of the biology department. I smirked as I set the speed to three and waved goodbye before my tile sped off to the nearest magnetic block that didn't cross another field. Waist length hair wavered in the wind as I rushed past a blur of people. I came to a stop as the magnet with the same pole as the tile I was riding descended and slowed me down. The plate's polarity flipped, causing me to jump from the magnetic tile at the same time that the stopper magnet flipped, pushing the tile all the way back.

        People began to quicken their pace as the work bell rang. I sighed and shook my head; I was already getting a headache. I took an air elevator up, stopping at every floor on the way to let people come and go. A massive gust of wind pushed us up as it calculated the weight as more people came and squished me in the back. The transparent blue plastic reflected a distorted image of the contents both inside and outside of the elevator.

        I fought my way to the door as I reached my destination, and though there was talk everywhere, stepping off and across the lounge to my work station, I couldn't understand half of it. Many biochemical engineers, animal specialists and fashion designers spoke of terms which a tall, lanky computer nerd like me were foreign to. Chromosomes, capillaries, vogue, mitochondria and protoplasm all meant the same to me: nothing. A whistling chirp sounded across the room, and I saw people scatter, stopping their chatter to murmur about whatever was startling them. With a leap over a trash receptacle, Mercy came bounding happily up to me. She had what looked like an ID card in her mouth.

"Hello Mercy. Who did you steal from now?" I laughed, petting her and taking the plastic card from her. She chirped joyfully, and then gave an authentic fox bark before she jumped away from me, dodging around people's legs and barking to clear the way.

        Flipping over the card I saw a nice face shot of my section's boss. Looking up I saw a strawberry red, glowering face that belonged to my boss staring back at me.

"Heheheh... Hello Larin," I grinned. I didn't feel threatened by her, but I did know I'd probably have a suspension. "Want to suspend me again?" I asked, hands behind my back, hiding her card. Catching her breath, fuming at me, her messy bright orange hair complimenting her tomato red face, green eyes flashing angrily, she jabbed a finger in my chest.

"You!" she growled, starting to walk on me as I backed up to avoid being trampled. Behind my back I began to scan her information with a hand held scanning device that I just so happened to keep up my sleeves.

"Me? I've done noth- "

"Your fox has drawn the line," she gasped, so caught up in her rage that she couldn't speak, much less think straight. She shook with anger, thinking of what to say. "Suspension! Three days! No pay! NOW!!!" she hissed, emerald eyes bulging. I grimaced, afraid she would say that, even though I knew it had been coming. She stomped off, turning back to where she had come from.

        "You forgot your ID card, Larin Jo Kimberly!" I called before she could take another step. Turning around and viciously snatching her card from me as I held it out to her. I sneered as she left, keeping her back to me. I shrugged, maintaining my composure as I walked slowly away from the scene of the crime. Most people in these departments never saw me, but those that did, knew from experience that I could get a nasty temper, reminding someone of a snake. I seemed to look calm, almost as if I was daydreaming, but I was dangerous, and you could tell by my low, cool, hissing voice and flashing eyes. The room got noisier as I headed back to the air elevators, the one that would take me down, intending to go to my dorm room and catch up on my sleep. The scanner denied my identification.

'Damn she's quick,' I thought, peeved. She had already set my restrictions. No, she had asked someone to quickly program my restrictions by numbers. In our system, each person had a set of things they were allowed to access with their ID cards. These were numbered as high as two hundred. To restrict someone, you only had to log into their account and set the restriction based on the numbers that you didn't want them to access. Knowing Larin, she had probably blocked me from all 121 of my privileges. 'But she hasn't changed her ID yet.'

        I called forth a perfect replica of her ID card from my scanner, holding up the newly printed plastic card. My eyes smiled mischievously as the door slid back to allow my passage. After a silent trip to the fifth basement level, I stepped off to what looked like a military base with a long hallway of one person dorm rooms. Well, they were technically one person rooms, but they could hold two or three people for the night from experience. That was only because Larin was sadistic enough to force us to share rooms when the dorms were being renovated to fit a few dozen more sleeping quarters in the Natural Development department. That was a nightmare. For some odd reason Larin knew that I just loved to share a one person bed with Kane. Sarcastically speaking, that is. I shuddered as I opened my dorm door with my ID number, manually entered, sending a signal for Mercy to return to my room.

        I didn't get far before I noticed someone with long crossed legs, arms hugging him, sitting on my bed, green ribbons of hair mingling with soft blonde around his face. I hung my head in defeat.

"Kane, what are you doing here?" I asked softly, yet venomously. For a moment he said nothing. I looked up slowly, annoyed that he wouldn't answer me. "What is it?" I sighed, still angry, but knowing I couldn't stay mad around him, I walked over to him and gently tilted his face towards mine. His face was streaked with tears and my anger dissolved as the sadness in his eyes nearly overwhelmed me. Appalled that he was crying, I sank to my heels in stupor. He shook his head after I let my hand drop, sending his hair to flow in shivering waves. I placed a hand on his knee.

        My friend hugged himself tighter, his leg sliding from his knee limply before he fell to the floor, sobbing in front of me.

"This isn't about your scrunchie is it?" I asked as I withdrew the colored band from my pocket. Again he shook his head no. Seeing him cry so uncontrollably and unashamedly saddened me deeply. Comfortingly, I pulled his hair back and tightened his scrunchie so that it held his hair back securely, as opposed to how he normally kept it, loose. Snuffling and whimpering, he fell into my arms, hugging me close and burying his face against my chest.

"C-C-Cale," he choked out.

"Ohhh. she dumped you huh?" I asked as I realized what he was saying, half smiling even though I knew this wasn't the best gesture to make. He nodded against my chest, bursting into another fit of tears. I patted his back consolingly. "Now, now, it's not that big of a deal is it?" He looked up, death glaring in his eyes as a tear rolled down his face that was now red from crying so much.

        Alarmed at his hostility, I felt helpless as he began to yell at me.

"After b-being with Cale f-for years…. Do you th-think I'd honestly be over t-the b-bitch in a day?! A-after leaving me for a-another g-guy?" His voice quavered and he broke down, shuddering against me. I pulled him into my lap with a tired sigh, a hand on his head as he laid his face against my neck.

"Why did you come to me though?" I asked, puzzled, after a long moment of silence had passed. He was calmed down by now, so he was able to answer clearly.

"Why shouldn't I? Even though you can get a terrible temper sometimes, you're really a very compassionate, empathetic, considerate person. You act stubborn and you can be rude, but really you're a very loving person," he construed in a broken voice, surprised that I had even asked.

        I laughed, but inside, his kind words filled my heart with warmth.

"You're not so bad yourself sometimes," I said as he looked up at me.

"Just sometimes?" Kane wondered, eyes wide and pleading for something unknown to me.

"Well, sometimes I don't know how to handle you, but I'll say half the time, okay?" I answered with a smile. He returned the gesticulation with a weak smile of his own.

"That's better than just sometimes," he sighed heavily, leaning against me once more.

"Now, if I have to stare at your face half the day, at least try not to cry again. Honestly, it's not a very pretty sight," I admitted, half joking.

"I'll try," he breathed, wiping his eyes. I took my sleeve and dried his tears, soothing him as I sang.
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If forever was only a day away, would you hold me in your arms,
If tomorrow never came, would I still belong ?
In your heart do you hold me dearly and close,
Am I always on your mind or is this a hoax?
Will I wake from this dream world, and find that you are gone?
Will I cry myself a river and be swept along ?

 

I wanna tell you, how much it is I love you,
I want you to know, how much I care
Can't you see that, you are my only,
Or are you too blind to see, I am your only

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        Kane was watching me, mesmerized and looking starry eyed. I stopped as I noticed him watching me intently, suddenly very self conscious of my singing.

"Uh," I started, unsure of what to say.

"You have a beautiful voice," he whispered softly as he leaned toward me, inches from my face.

"O-oh r-really? Thank you.?" I replied, almost breathless.

"Such stormy grey eyes."

"Kane? Shouldn't you be working?" I inquired, leaning back as he drew nearer, intoxicated by his gleaming stare. Mouth slightly open, he noticed my vague confusion as to what his intentions were and averted my attention by gently rubbing my fingers. As I watched his slender fingers run over mine, he took my distraction to his advantage and planted a kiss on my cheek.

"What in the hell?" I asked, more surprised and confused than upset.

        "I want to thank you Jalene, for being here for me," he said, still rubbing my hands and beginning to tear up again, eyes misty.

"Call me Jean," I muttered, looking away. "Jalene is too girly for me." I felt a droplet of water on my hand and noticed he was crying again. He held my hand to his face, crying against me. I felt truly sorry for him. Beneath all of my worries and fatigue, I still wanted to comfort him. He didn't deserve to feel such a pain. I caressed his cheek tenderly, feeling downcast myself.

"Come on, we'll get a Sparkling Martini," I said softly. I helped Kane up by his arms, keeping one arm around his shoulders as he leaned on me. Once we were outside, Mercy came running up to us, paws clanking on the ground. She woofed in greeting.

"Hey Mercy," I replied as she trotted up to meet Kane. He smiled wearily at her. "Do me a favor and record everything that's being said and done at my work station please. Don't get caught this time either."

        She chirped at me before running off down the hallway to the elevator. I walked my disheartened friend towards the stairs next to the air elevator, intending to walk all 4,158 steps up to the bar area. Instead, my fox stood in the elevator door, keeping it open for us. I smiled. Even though I had no clue how many people Mercy had stolen information from, honestly, I was glad that she had at least one person's card with unlimited access. I found that out when she took us to the top most level with VIP access and lead us down the hall and into the fanciest bar in the entire R.A.D.A.R. Corporation!

"Whoa," I whispered in awe. Looking at Kane, he just seemed amazed.

"Jalene," a sexy, older female voice called to me.

"Um, yes?" I answered, confused because there was no one near who was addressing me. "Take this card, it will allow you access to everything but the president's bedroom."

"What?" I asked, completely baffled. With a childlike laugh, Mercy placed poppy red paws on my knees. "Oh it was you!" I laughed at her impressions.

"You got me too Mercy," Kane said, giving her a pat on the head and taking a copy of Carey Firr's ID card from her mouth as she dispensed it.

        "Have fun you two," she crooned with a wink before she left us. There were a few people at the bar, other than the servers and bartenders, enjoying their alcohol. The red carpet appeared to be wine stained in the dim, ambiatic lights. Fake ferns and exotic hanging plants gave the place a peaceful atmosphere. Escorting Kane over to a leather couch, we sank into the fabric as a short brunette introduced herself.

"I'm Paula; I'll be your server ta'day. What can I get for ya?" she drawled with a heavy New York accent.

"Just a Sparkling Martini with extra… Sparkle," I told her, giving the last word an ominous voice. Kane sat against the black leather back of the couch, head bowed.

"Things will look up, I promise," I reassured him, running my fingers through his hair as I took his hair band out once more. He only shook his head sadly. The lady in the tux, Paula, came back with a half frozen concoction of an inebriating liquid after fetching it for us.

"Here ya are dolls, call if you need anything."

        I nodded.

"Here Kane. Get drunk and be happy, you're skipping work today," I told him, deciding for him on how he'd spend his day. I set the frothy drink in his hands as he began to weep once again. Patting his back, I told him to down his beverage. Sniffing and gasping quietly, he lifted the martini to his lips, chocking some from trying to breathe and swallow at the same time as he gulped down the burning alcohol from the bowl sized glass. He stopped to stare blankly ahead, breathing heavily through his mouth. Taking his glass and setting it on the small cherry wooded side table, I quickly drew Kane next to me before he could wobble over. Tear stained and on his way to being drunk, Kane looked helpless and oddly attractive, with thick lashes veiling his icy blue green eyes, alcohol still lingering on his lips, tempting me to kiss him. Damn he looked so much like a woman right then, and the fact that he wore a low riding skirt wasn't helping. Although people were still opposed to cross dressing, a lot of it was being accepted because a lot of hot celebrities had decided to make it a trend and therefore the fashion design of the decade.

        Blinking slowly, my friend clung to my arm as if he were afraid to let go.

"Three shots of vodka," I said without even looking as our hostess came to take our empty drinking glass away.

"Alright, coming right up!" she said with a turn on her heel. Kane hiccupped as I wiped away the tears that shimmered in his eyes.

"Stop crying now or you'll make yourself sick," I told him firmly, and he nodded absently. It couldn't have been any more than two minutes later, but Paula was back with the booze. Thanking her as she set the three shots down, I took one of them and offered it to Kane. He noticed the vodka a few seconds later, after having zoned out, and took it, swallowing the liquor in one mouthful. He downed the two others consecutively before he leaned on me, head on my shoulder, hands wrapped around my arm. I flipped my hair back, holding his cheek with the palm of my hand and smiled.

 

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        "Good thing we didn't take the stairs," I said a moment later as Kane held on desperately to the side of the elevator door to keep from collapsing after I had helped him from the sofa and had paid the tab, taking the air elevator all the way down. We had used Carey Firr's ID card to gain access to the elevator.

"Uh huh," he agreed thickly as I lead him toward my dorm room. Stumbling, tripping, and swaying, my drunken blonde somehow managed to make it to my room. I punched in my number manually and Kane fell into the room as the door slid back to let us through. He collapsed onto my bed, still breathing laboriously.

"Jalene," he whispered one hand to his forehead. Something inside me lit like a fire, causing me to shiver. "Even your name sounds beautiful." I laughed, a little embarrassed that he had to stupidly admit these things when he was intoxicated. The only light that shone inside the room came from my computer screen, since it was always on. "Damn." Kane laughed quietly to himself.

"What?" I asked suspiciously.

        On hands and knees Kane leaned over me, holding my chin in his hand, taking his scrunchie from his hair and clamping it to my wrist.

"You look so sexy when I'm drunk." Now I was a little nervous. "Such tight pants." He ran a hand along my thigh, breathing his words, making me blush. "Such a well developed," he was standing over me now, I lying down as he cupped my body tightly with his hand, "body." I gave a slight cry as he put pressure on me, seeing little white stars dance before my eyes. Caught up in my panic, the world suddenly spinning at a rate ten times faster than normal, I couldn't really do anything but lay there and let Kane do what he wished. I couldn't help myself though. Ever since I had that mesmerizing thought of him back at the bar, he just kept turning me on. "Such swollen lips," he hissed, kissing me passionately and biting my lower lip gently. "And trembling hands," he whispered against my neck, lacing his fingers with mine, his one hand still groping me. I arched my back as he placed butterfly light kisses along my neck and collarbone and shoulder, crying out once more as he squeezed me, the intensity nearly overwhelming me with a built up pleasure.

        "Kane!" I gasped, coming to my senses and ignoring the sparks of pleasure that he ignited in my groin. He paused in his kisses, allowing me the chance to shove him roughly back, holding him at arm's length by the shoulders. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled, flustered and enraged that he would do something like that. "No nevermind, just get off me." I sat up, pushing him down on the bed and stood up, shaking. 'Damn, that was too close,' I thought, panicked and stressed. Behind me he chuckled, rolling over onto his back.

"But… Didn't you want to comfort me?" Kane asked, slurring his words.
"No," I scoffed with an obvious tone. Actually I had, but no not really. No I didn't want it to wind up like this, but yes I had wanted to comfort him somehow. True I had had that one wild fantasy but it's not my fault he looked like a damn woman! I shook my head, starting to walk off, thinking of how ignorant my friend was.

        "Jalene? You aren't afraid of me, are you?" he asked, never moving. I glared over my shoulder at him. He kept using my full name and it was pissing me off! "You're the last thing on Earth that I'd be afraid of Kane, especially when you're drunk," I told him, my words stinging my own ears. His hair was messily placed around his face like a crooked halo because I still had his scrunchie.

"You should be afraid. I know you are. Anyway, I'm not tired enough to sleep, but I can still rest for you," he said with a stolid expression. I was somewhat confused, but also amazed at how he had even known what I was thinking. "I can read your mind, but I'm not sure how exactly."

"How do you know I'm not thinking that? What if you're just making it up?" I asked, horrified but intrigued.

"You are though. There's just something that's telling me that. I can't really explain it." He then sat up, wavering before he stood.

        As he staggered past me he said, "By the way, earlier when you were wondering if I liked honey in certain areas of my body... I do." I bushed a deep red at this reoccurring image.

"But Kane, what about..?" I trailed off, unable to ask my question as he rambled down the deserted hallway. I shrugged and decided it wasn't important right now. I had other matters to attend. Things this odd and trivial can be contemplated later tonight. Besides, he was drunk and he always said weird things when under the influence of alcohol. I sat at my computer as an obsolete security password protection box popped up. I entered my password and went to work upon obtaining information about my work station. I was restricted from signing into my login to get to the main inventories of our work and progress and from the files themselves. Instead, I tried Larin's but she had already reset her ID.

        Then I put in Carey Firr's and bingo! I was in. Passwords were the same as our ID numbers, so it was easy enough to log into another person's account and do whatever you needed. I found what I wanted, skimming through the data for something that was interesting or worth while. None of it seemed to interest me at the moment, but there was, under the updated suggestion box, a topic with a question mark. Upon opening the file and reading the short paragraph explaining everything, I was astounded as well as fascinated that R.A.D.A.R. was actually pulling through with their H.M.S. robots. That was, Human Maid Service, the ones that the entire world was talking about. I noticed a lot of the information required programs that needed to be written from scratch, and a lot of the coding, deciphering and text encryptions would be stuff that I'd have to do. If R.A.D.A.R. wanted to get along with this project quickly, they'd need me to do it. I was the fastest worker and the smartest in my working station, even though Larin was the leader, and even she had to admit that.

        I smiled inside to myself, knowing that my three days suspension couldn't hold out. Sooner or later someone would call me to a meeting and would tell me that I needed to get to work on this right away.

"Will Class Number 41867D, Jalene Banks please report the conference room on level C. I repeat." a speaker called from an office somewhere. Funny how these things work out. Could I be sure that this was regarding the android housekeepers though? Maybe they had caught Mercy and wanted to severely discipline me for it. Not knowing what I had in store, I logged off from my computer quickly, erasing the evidence of me ever having been there. Taking my time but with a brisk pace, I took the stairs this time, leaving behind Ms. Firr's card in case I was searched or if they should happen to find it. After nearly breaking my legs trying to walk up all the steps, I finally managed to make it to level C, stepping off into a nicely air conditioned room with blue tiles, fake plants and desks.

"I'm needed at the office," I told a desk clerk.

"Number?"

"41867D, Jalene Banks," I told her, cringing at the sound of my own name. 'I swear these idiots need to program Jean into their computers!'

        "You're free to enter," she said, curly bright orange hair bouncing in the bun on her head, moving her glasses to sit higher up on her pointed nose with long red nails. She handed me an access card. "It's behind this desk, the middle door." I nodded and stepped around the countertop, finding the door she had suggested. Kind of hard to miss since it was the only one that said Conference Room on it. Taking a deep breath, I slid my card into the machine. As it blinked green, I turned the handle and slowly opened the door. God I hoped I wasn't in trouble.