Brain Recyclers (Robot Geneticists Book 2) by J.S. Morin

Author:J.S. Morin [Morin, J.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781942642268
Publisher: Magical Scrivener Press
Published: 2017-06-02T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Eve’s determination to press onward with her quest sparked an ember of admiration in Gemini. If it had been up to her, they would have retrenched, retreated, or reconsidered the whole idea of crafting a new Charlie.

Gemini wanted no part of a new Charlie7. But a new Charlie robot, programmed with the same mix of Charles Truman, Jason Sanborn, and Johnathan Medina… that was someone Gemini wanted to meet. There hadn’t been a robot born with 70 percent of a single scientist in over seven hundred years.

Eve didn’t comprehend the scope of the favor she’d asked of Charlie13, but Gemini did. Charlies were a necessary evil. They were visionaries, disruptive influences, and innovators.

Just like Evelyn11 had been.

There was no reason Gemini couldn’t perform the same feat of resurrection-in-effigy once she was Eve.

The eldest of the cloned Eves glided through Kanto like a dove on the wing. Gemini was a vulture, ugly and ungainly, but patiently awaiting her payoff.

All this time with Eve was research.

No one knew Eve better than her own creator.

When the time came, Gemini would slip back into the oh-so-awful lap of luxury from which Eve had escaped. The experience would have changed her superficially, but medical testing would prove her identity. Under no circumstances would an escapee from the horrors of Evelyn11’s clutches submit to a brain scan.

“Here’s one,” Eve’s songbird voice called out.

They had strayed from the path that had guided them to Charlie13’s office. Gemini was thankful for a terminal since her own attention had been elsewhere while Eve navigated.

Waves of heat pulsed from a dumbwaiter door held shut by hydraulic pistons. The terminal set into the wall beside it was an incinerator control console.

“Might have chosen one slightly less tropical,” Gemini muttered.

Eve brought up the command line interface before looking over her shoulder. “Sorry.”

The girl hadn’t been meant to hear the comment at all. Cat-like hearing was just another perk Gemini could look forward to.

Gemini watched for a moment as Eve ran into dead ends and firewalls. It wasn’t that Eve’s methods were wrong; she merely lacked the authorization codes for privileged information.

With the slamming of a fist, Eve shut down the console. “It just won’t tell us where Evelyn11’s machine is being kept.”

Gemini let the EMP rifle dangle from its strap. Strong fingers kneaded the tense muscles of Eve’s shoulders. No point letting the girl develop chronic issues. Plus, for the time being, she was useful to keep around.

“Just relax,” Gemini cooed in her ear. “Go have a seat. Let me take a crack at it.”

Eve’s shoulders sagged when Gemini stopped massaging them, then sighed as she relinquished her position in front of the terminal.

This was Gemini’s opportunity. The terminal relented instantly in the face of a proper ID code. From her seat on the floor, Eve wouldn’t have a view of the commands Gemini entered. No matter how perfect those hybridized eyes, they couldn’t see over corners.

“Ever wonder why there are so many incinerators and blast furnaces around here?” Eve asked as Gemini oriented herself with the layout from the computerized map.

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