the collectors

"Engh....Are the mind control models....well..." Seeming to read my mind, the operator chuckles softly. "Controllable? Yes. But you have to be rough with them at first." All sorts of nasty images float through my .mind. "Do I....have to..." "No, It is physically impossible to **** any model assigned to your genetic structure. At most the model will curse and yell, but at the end~"

I cant help but sigh. "It still seems wrong, Robot or not, the girls are alive." I bark out a small quick laugh. "Well, at least that's how I see it." "THAT'S WONDERFULL!!!" The phone literally shook in my hand at the volume of the now bubbly operator. "Congratulations Mr. Doe! You passed!" My 'feathers' where ruffled at the insinuation going on here. "What!? What do you mean passed!? What's going on here?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Doe. I truly am. We never meant to trick you, OR seem like we where leading you on." The operator sighs sadly. "The defective coding line was....intentional..." A cold anger fills my core. "What did you do to them." I could almost feel the operator flinch. "M-Mr. Doe, Please don't be angry. Y-You where chosen....for a..test."

My head cocks slightly. "What test?" Her tone suddenly takes a sharpness. "There have been many cases lately of Units being purposely damaged...or destroyed. We had to see if you where one of them or not." A million questions sit on the tip of my tongue dancing with the pin-head angels, but I cant speak a word. "Don't worry about Raven and Argent. A unit volunteered to join your household...and heart." I wanted to scream, cry, curse and laugh all at the same time, but the only thing escaping my mouth was ragged breathing. "What about their?"

The operator giggles softly. "Don't worry Mr. Doe. I think you might be pleasantly surprised Come morning!" She giggled softly again. "See you soon Mr. Doe~" A deep flush raced across my face at the lusty words, but before I cold say anything she hung up. "Well...now what..." Grumbling slightly at the light headache forming, I **** myself up and out to the living room. The smell of sex still hung heavy in the air, but instead of finding some blatantly erotic scene I'm almost floored by what I find.