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Chapter One: Sight
Three metro stops were all that remained of Zoe’s old life. She had ridden this line every day for years, and she could feel the time between each stop in her bones and recite every word the electronic notification system would speak. After the next three stops, Freedom Palace, Museum of Progress and People’s Plaza, she would disembark at Central Ublat, just like she had done a thousand times before. But on this occasion, a few things would be different.
For one, it was approaching midnight, and she was the only passenger. When Zoe usually took this journey, she was squashed in like a sardine with her fellow citizens at eight o’clock in the morning. Zoe didn’t usually find herself traveling to work at this late hour, but she had left something important unfinished, and had to ensure its completion before morning. Such was her dedication to the People. Or at least, that is what she had told her residential manager.
Zoe’s wore her dark hair loose, and its long, flowing tresses hid a plaster behind her right ear. This plaster concealed the small wound she’d inflicted on herself in the process of jailbreaking her own mind.
said a voice in her head.
The voice belonged to a man she knew as Yvain, her contact with the underground resistance movement. She’d had a difficult time getting him to trust her, communicating only through net messages, but eventually he’d given her instructions for the dangerous and highly illegal alterations she’d made to her Citizen’s Mental Regulator (CMR) implant two days earlier, using a scalpel and a couple of mirrors. That she’d been willing to go through with it and then let him into her mind appeared to have been enough to get him fully on her side.
she thought back at him.
Zoe felt another wave of annoyance from Yvain, and it made her feel annoyed too. It was odd, having another human take the place of her implant’s AI helper, which never experienced emotions.
Yvain’s voice echoed.
Pouting, Zoe made a show of searching the train car. She allowed Yvain to access her visual cortex, just to make sure he knew how thoroughly she was searching, as she futilely poked under seats and inside bins. The package Yvain had told her was waiting for her on this very train, in this very car, was missing in action. And he’d been so adament that she wait ten minutes for this specific train as well.
There was a long moment of silence in Zoe’s head. The train stopped at Museum of Progress, and the car doors opened and closed with a couple of pneumatic hisses. As the train pulled off, Yvain sighed deeply and admitted that the package was indeed missing. Some robot had probably assumed it was garbage and thrown it out, or maybe Yvain’s contacts hadn’t been able to plant it in the first place. he reminded Zoe.
Zoe thought back.
Zoe mentally scoffed.
More emotions leaked into Zoe’s mind. She could feel frustration and, was that… embarrassment? she asked. The idea of a member of the resistance being caught while assisting her made Zoe feel sick.
The frustration increased.
Zoe felt relieved. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.
Yvain’s words were accompanied by a tinge of… guilt? Shame? Nervousness? The sensation of another’s emotions in her mind was still new to Zoe, and she couldn’t always figure them out.
she replied.
Zoe’s eyes widened as she made the mental connection.
Zoe felt her insides twist.
Coldness overcame Zoe’s mind.
Zoe gasped, audibly.
Yvain clarified.
Zoe replied, deflated.
Zoe thought back to the suspicious look she’d received from her residence manager just before leaving home.
The train stopped gaziantep escort at People’s Plaza. Once more, the doors hissed open. Zoe remained seated, fingering the collar of her purple jumpsuit nervously, still not quite believing what Yvain was asking her to do. After a few seconds, the doors closed, and the train continued on towards Central Ublat. Her stop. In a few minutes, she would need to disembark.
thought Yvain, in a tone he probably thought was reassuring.
If Zoe didn’t get off at Central Ublat, she would be breaking the trust of the Resistance, after committing the very serious crime of jailbreaking her CMR. The City would not forgive her for that. She would have no-one.
continued Yvain.
Zoe reminded herself that seasoned Resistance operatives had undertaken much more dangerous missions than this. Whatever sacrifices it would take to officially join them tonight would pale in comparison to the sacrifices she would be required to make as a full member.
She had expected this, her first mission to be dangerous. But she hadn’t expected it to be… embarrassing!
Zoe asked.
replied Yvain, and Zoe could feel his genuine empathy.
She had made the choice to join the Resistance with what she had imagined was full knowledge of the consequences. This was unexpected. But anything had to be better than returning to her old life. Even this.
Most of the city’s population was under curfew, and those who weren’t would be hard at work inside. The streets were all but deserted this late at night. That’s why they had chosen this time to do it. And she would be careful not to get caught. Embarrassment would be the least part of the consequences for getting caught.
Zoe leaned forward and undid the straps on her boots. Then she pulled her feet out, one by one, and took off both socks. The air felt good against her bare feet, still sore from a long day’s work, and she wiggled her toes.
Zoe stood up on bare feet, feeling lightheaded. Her hands shook as they reached for the zipper that rested near her clavicle. She took a deep breath, and began to pull it down.
Yvain reminded her.
The zip stopped at her waist. She released it and allowed the top of the jumpsuit to fall, exposing her arms and stomach. It caught at her waist, and she helped it down, until it lay pooled about her feet. There was certain symbolism in this, Zoe mused. By removing the tracked clothes, she was casting off the chains that the City had held her in for so many years.
The train would be arriving at Central Ublat in less than a minute. Zoe didn’t have time to stand about in her underwear, which, as Yvain made sure to remind her, was just as full of tracking chips as her jumpsuit. It was also starchy and uncomfortable, and, she reminded herself, represented bondage to a regime she hated. Even so, she hesitated to remove either garment.
Zoe had known she would need to get undressed on the train, so this part of the process was not something she was wholly unprepared for. They’d chosen an empty commuter train in the middle of the night for this reason. Still, Zoe had spent much of the afternoon dreading this eventuality. Hands still shaking, she reached for the clasp of her bra and undid it.
The bra fell on top of the jumpsuit. Her breasts drooped slightly, and she could feel her long hair against them.
Now she had only her panties to remove. Unlike the last two garments, these were tight enough that she couldn’t just let them fall. Zoe had to, very consciously, slide her thumbs under the fabric and pull it down her legs, until it joined the pool of purple and white fabric at her feet.
Freedom, she told herself, as she stepped out of the pooled erotik hikayeleri fabric, feeling far more exposed and vulnerable than free. Rebirth was probably a better word. She had discarded her old life, and begun her new one, naked as the day she was born.
The train would arrive at her stop in thirty seconds. Zoe picked up the jumpsuit and deposited both her panties and bra inside it before pulling the zip back up. She placed it back on her seat, stuffing the legs into her boots. It now looked as though a person sitting on the train seat had magically vanished out of their clothes.
So far, everything she’d done was in accordance with the original plan. At this point, she would have taken the replacement jumpsuit from the package and pulled it on. She had fretted about having to go commando, which now seemed like a very silly concern.
Yvain asked.
Zoe thought back, blushing.
Zoe gave Yvain access to her visual cortex and looked at the uniform spread across the train seat. She lifted the neck and glanced inside it, blushing even more as she shared the visual of her discarded underwear. she thought back, trying to suppress the emotions flooding through her.
Yvain thought.
Zoe projected a general sense of confusion mixed with willingness to do whatever he asked if he would just clarify what it was.
“Now arriving at Central Ublat,” said the electronic annnouncer.
The embarrassment Yvain projected while asking this was dwarfed by Zoe’s total mortification. But with the train doors about to open at her stop, she didn’t have time to do anything but comply. Zoe felt as though steam would start coming out of her ears as she looked down over her body, visual cortex still shared.
Embarrassment, guilt, and… was that… hunger? These were the emotions that flooded in from Yvain as he took in her round breasts, small pink nipples, milky belly and thighs, and of course the neat rectangle of hair covering her crotch.
he stammered. Zoe hadn’t heard a mental stammer before.
She allowed him to complete the inspection by surveying the reflection of her back and pert round bottom in the train car window. Then the train stopped and the doors hissed open.
Now it was time for the unexpected part of the mission. Wishing, not for the last time, that the Resistance welcome package had reached her, Zoe turned away from her uniform and disembarked, bare feet stepping from cool plastic to rough stone.
She dared not look back as the train door hissed closed behind her. Listening to the sound of the train pulling off was bad enough. But as she hurried towards the exit, she couldn’t help but allow herself a single glance backwards.
The platform was empty. The train had departed, taking every vestige of her old life along with it. She was naked in a subway station now, with nothing to guide her but the voice in her head. There was truly no turning back now.
she asked Yvain.
Zoe had left the platform now and was standing on a quickly ascending escalator. The station was deserted, but she couldn’t stop her arms from moving to cover her body from the cavernous space all around.
A sharp shock of guilt and shame made Zoe gasp. Yvain thought.
Zoe replied, blushing as she recalled the feeling she’d taken to be hunger, which was, of course, desire.
Yvain replied.
As the escalator got closer to the top, Zoe grew more nervous. She hunched over and covered as much of herself as she could with her arms, preparing to dash for the exit and the welcome cover of darkness. The station was much too bright for a naked woman.
As the top of the escalator came within sight, Zoe heard a familiar clicking and erotik seks hikayeleri buzzing that made the blood freeze in her veins. The upper station floor was being patroled by a surveillance drone, a flying machine with a three glowing yellow eyes. And those eyes were pointed right at her!
Zoe barely dared to breath as the eyes stared at her, the drone whizzing and clicking all the while. She couldn’t believe she’d been caught so quickly! After all her preparation, her time as a Resistance fighter had lasted less than ten minutes. Any second now, the drone would taze and immobilize her, and then call the police. She would be arrested, naked and on her knees.
screamed Yvain, who’d obviously noticed the panicked state of her mind. Zoe granted him access once more.
By this time, she had reached the top of the escalator and stumbled off it, the drone bearing down on her. Strangely, it had not set off an alarm or tried to communicate with her, even as its eye stared directly at her shaking body.
The drone continued to move in her direction. When it was almost close enough to touch her, it abruptly spun around and moved back in the opposite direction. There was no alarm, and no tazer. What was it doing? Had it already called the police?
Yvain laughed in her head.
Zoe felt a mix of relief and embarrassment at having forgotten about that. She glanced at the drone curiously as it continued to make its patrol of the empty train station.
thought Yvain.
Feeling better than she had since she’d stepped of the train, Zoe straightened up and headed for the train station exit, her eyes repeated stealing glances at the drone. The City was crawling with robots of all kinds, and they were always accosting citizens and giving them orders. To be completely ignored by one was a new and very welcome experience.
Zoe reached the station exit and leaned around the open entrance to check both ways before leaving. The street ahead was deserted.
The wind picked up as she exited the station and Zoe felt goosebumps ripple across her exposed skin. She instinctively pulled her arms around herself and darted away from the light of the streetlamps. Robots might ignore her, but humans certainly wouldn’t.
thought Yvain.
Zoe replied, clutching herself tighter. Still sharing her visual cortex with Yvain, she glanced at nearest gap between buildings, just behind the train station.
Zoe narrowed her eyes and dashed for entrance to the alley, her breasts quivering beneath the arm that held them in place. The alley, like the street, was deserted, but much darker. Covered by the shadows of high walls, Zoe allowed herself to relax once she felt the darkness had fully engulfed her.
BANG! A loud noise startled Zoe, and she dove behind a metal dumpster, adrenaline spiking in her veins.
asked Yvain, his own panic mingling with Zoe’s.
Still breathing heavily, Zoe peaked around the dumpster and back in the direction she’d come. The street beyond was still empty.
Yvain thought. She could feel him projecting a sense of calm into her mind, and her breathing slowed.
Zoe could feel that Yvain was hesitant, embarrassed about asking her to provide this additional intimacy. He was already sharing her eyes, and had used them to look at her naked body. All for the sake of the mission, of course. Allowing him to use her ears as well could only help.
Zoe thought back at him, as she opened up access to her hearing. She’d done this many times with her AI assistant, to translate foreign languages, or identify a song, and this was really no different, except that she would be keeping the connection open for as long as it took her to reach the Resitance outpost.
Yvain thought.
Zoe blushed. She hadn’t thought it possible to expose herself even more to him.
The apology felt genuine, enough to make her feel bad for snapping at him
Zoe’s eyes had fallen on a tall roll of glossy paper, which was propped up next to the dumpster. It looked quite large enough to serve as covering.