… Kyra went down!

The desk terminal sparked as the screen caved around Kyra’s head and keys flew in a tumbling cascade across the room. It was as a blow delivered by every feeble muscle and rage fuelled sinew of Kat-Jack’s petite little Gynoid body. Kat-Jack watched, panting, large breasts still swaying, heart pumping, body aching from over exertion as her personal Goliath collapsed in a satisfying heap at her feet.

“Yes!!!” She said in her girlish voice. And then the briefly overridden Gynoid mental strictures clamped down vice-like on her mind with a vengeance. As the screws turned the Gynoid girl felt scared, weak, feeble. Hollowed out. The brief surge of adrenaline sputtered and died in her veins. She started to cry.

“Pull it together…” she muttered as she moved to the helms and picked one up and jammed it on Kyra’s head. She went to the terminal and scowled. She couldn’t read anymore. “Hey. Computer. Activate voice assistance!” She said hopefully.

“How may I help you?” The computer asked.

She pulled the helmet on. “I need you to swap our minds.”

“State clearance code.” The machine requested.

“Bullion-haystick-bacon-five” she said.

“Invalid clearance code. You have ten seconds to state the clearance code before security is alerted.”

“Shit-fuck-mother-fucker!” Kat-Jack swore.

“Invalid clearance code.”