Seems best.

“Fine do it.” You quickly black out.

When you again wake up you are in a comfortable bed, naked, and covered by a thin white sheet. The doctor is no where in sight as you sit up and look around. Your clothes are neatly folded in a pile at the end of the bed with the pink pistol sitting on the stack. Next to this is a rather small brown leather purse, turing your attention to it first, you find $4110 in cash, your set of interface cables, and a rather cheap looking phone. The phone is obviously brand new as it has a sticker on it with the activation code and pin number so you can load it with minutes, it also has the familiar interface plugs so you can link it to your internal computer. Internally you look to the display and say, “Run diagnostic.”

Instantly your vision is filled with a cascade of numbers and letters that lets you know that everything is working at 100%. The computer also is clearly much faster and your internal memory is now only listed at 3% used, and by the numbers you can tell that your storage memory is easily 4 or 5 times what it used to be. It appears your only cybernetics other than the now faster computer is: Dual data port link with 3 chip slots, eyes with night vision, 3x magnification, flare compensation, and a targeting system, minor muscle and bone enhancement, skinweave armor with enhanced elasticity option, and a low level reflex enhancement. “That is so shitty.” You can't help but say out loud, then again you did get fucked. The memory of two cocks working you like a cog in a fucking machine gets your nether regions to start tingling and you hop off the bed, not wanting to be sitting there fingering yourself when the doc walks back in.

Then again you do feel quite refreshed and healthy. Standing up and looking in the mirror you also decide that you are exceedingly sexy. Long sexy legs lead up to a perfect little pussy, tight stomach but not all athletic or anything, just nice and smooth and sexy. Your breasts are perfect D cup orbs that stand nicely on your chest, yet don't appear overly fake either. With a little turn you also decide that your little perky bubble butt is clearly your best feature no matter how sexy all the rest are, you just want to be all up inside of it, and you can easily see why everyone wants to fuck it. Smiling you take the next few moments to get dressed, tuck the gun back in place, and tuck the spare magazines in your left front pocket. Ready to go you pull open the wooden door and find yourself in a little office with a little desk and a couple of other doors leading out, the thicker of which seems to match the entry door you have seen only from the other side. Sitting behind the desk is a rather statuesque beautiful brunette with her hair pulled back into a tight bun, wearing an immaculate but rather masculine styled suit. “Oh, hi.” You say to her sweetly and can't help but feel a little flush of delight looking at her.

“You are feeling well?” She asks, then hands you a little clipboard and a pen. “I was told to have you activate the phone you were given and provide us with the number and contact info. My employer seems to think you can be a valuable contact. Quite the complement I think. Once he has your number you will be called so you can have ours as well. If you need anything further feel free to ask for me, my name is Amelia Patterson. Oh yes, the doctor also asked me to give you these two numbers as well.” She taps the bottom of the clipboard with her pen pointing them out, “One is a reliable fixer, someone that can get you whatever you want as well as sell goods that aren't exactly legal, she goes by the handle of Spider. The second is a man that often employes people with talents such as yourself, he goes by the simple handle of Mr. Johnson, as do many in his line of work, but as long as the doctor passes along your contact information he will be happy to find you some work I am sure.” Then with a smile she finishes with, “So what is your name again?”