Believe in the power of love.

This woman, she’s nothing like the other women you’ve courted. You enjoyed their screams, of course, but this one was different. She appreciated your creations, she seemed excited to be here.

You shake your head at James. He turns back and disposes of the tiny capsule, then returns to the table and pours the Champaigne. “To us.” You offer. Your love is looking at her watch. She taps it then shrugs.

“I’m sorry, what did you say, darling?” She asks.

“To us.” You repeat, offering your glass in a toast. She smiles and taps her glass to yours before taking a sip.

“James said I have level 1 clearance, what is that?” She asks.

“That’s the basic clearance, lets you go to non-restricted areas, general systems access. Enough for anything you need.” You answer.

“Hmmm. . .” She looks disappointed.

“Is that a problem?” You ask.

“I just, I really like your creations, I hoped to see more.”

You smile. It makes you happy that she likes your inventions, it’s a big ego boost, but you aren’t dumb enough to give her access. A female in the laboratory? She’d probably get makeup on the circuits or something.

“in fact. . .” She starts, running her finger along the neckline of her blouse, a low cut, V-neck pink blouse. Her finger is tracing along the pleasant curve of her breast, the way it causes the neckline to move, the cleavage it shows. . .

“I hate to admit it, but your machines, they get me excited. It’s why I entered the pageant.” Her hand cups her breast, it looks so nice. “It’s embarrassing, but I got so turned on by your jetpack, just thinking about your super-sonic helicopter. . .” she gasps as she squeezes her glorious breast, practically pushing it out of her shirt. You struggle to breath, maybe you could make an exception. . .

“Oh, yes!” She cries out as she fondles her now naked breasts. “Tell me, how do you mitigate the heat waste from your freeze ray?”

Something feels off, but she's got fantastic tits. “The, uh, the thermal output is captured, reallocated to prevent the suit from over-cooling.” You answer.

“Brilliant” she whispers as her hand finds your pants. You can’t believe this is happening.

“Can I try it?” she asks, biting her lip.

“Yes, of course.” You answer, you’d agree to anything right now.

“I’d need clearance.” She says.

“James.”

“Yes sir.”

“Give my wife level 3 security access.” You say.

“Oh babe, that’s so hot.” She says, slipping between your legs, undoing your fly. Her mouth finds your erection, she licks it, then envelopes it with her soft lips, sucking gently. You’ve never experienced anything like this, it’s just too much. You cum.

“Mmmm. Someone is excited.” She wraps her fingers around your still-hard shaft. The pain and pleasure overwhelm you.

“Level 3,” She asks. “Does that let me upload to the main computer?”

Your brain isn't working. “Yeah, it does.” You answer.

“And the neural link?”

“Yeah, you could use that, just don't stop." You beg as she lets go of you.

“Good.” She replies. Wait, why does she have your freeze ray in her hand? Your answer to that question is a sudden chill and the realization that you have been betrayed. Your vision crystalizes as your awareness of the world slips away and you are left with just your thoughts.

Interesting, you think, you had tracked brain activity in your frozen specimens, but you hadn’t been able to ascertain if they were conscious or not. It feels nice to have an answer to that question. But the brain patterns were so faint, you are thinking clearly.

Some time later you become aware of warmth, your thoughts accelerate, you are thawing, at least your head is.

“Welcome back darling.” Your wife’s voice. She looks different, she’s wearing a uniform. You recognize the fabric as an experimental flex armor you created, it hugs her curves perfectly. “Now Darling, I’m having trouble with the jetpack, so I’m going to need to plug you into the computer and see if you can help.”

You blink your eyes, realize you are floating in some kind of liquid, looking down you only see metal and glass, you are on a table, where is your body?

“Sorry about the amputation, but I really only need your brain, darling.” She says, her face apologetic.

“How? Why?” You ask, tears coming to your eyes.

“Oh darling, you should know why. Your beautiful machines, you weren’t going to just hand them over, were you?”

“I. . . I won’t help you.” You cry.

“Darling, you know how well your interface works. After all, you designed it. I don’t need you conscious, just alive. Once we get the automated factory online I’ll be able to build anything your brilliant little brain can come up with.”

“I won’t, you’ll never get away with it.” You say.

“Oh darling, I already have.” She says, then turning to the side. “Go ahead James.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Your trusted robot butler says, and the world goes black.