How to Beat Tomorrow: A post-apocalyptic harem story (Last Real Man Book 1) by J Foster Ward

Author:J Foster Ward [Ward, J Foster]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evil Genius Society
Published: 2019-08-29T06:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 8

: Robo Nurse

He emerged from the decanting tube and took the next set of coveralls and boots from the stack the clones kept piled there. He didn’t bother to dress and stalked for the imprinting and genetic reprogramming chambers, fists balled and hoping he would come across Whiteman. But the primary corridor of the module was deserted and in less than an hour he emerged from the processing chambers, dressed and headed for the small arms locker. As soon as he had a gun, sub-officer Whiteman was going to get a caustic bullet enema. The wall panels he’d melted with plasma blasts were gone, down to the bare metal ribs of the tunnel, but the floor had been replaced, as well as the security door.

The door to the arms locker gave a two-tone negative beep when he tried the newly repaired vault control.

“Cool Breeze! What gives?” he demanded.

In response the hologram birdshape came to life above his head and slowly began rotating. “I have a new assignment. I need you to report to the NuYu facility in Echo module.” The voice came from the little speaker beside the door control.

“I need a gun.”

“No, you want a gun. I need you to report to NuYu.”

There were a pair of running bootsteps approaching and Jake had a guess who they might belong to. “Dammit Cool Breeze. Open up, I need a gun!”

The running steps suddenly were right around the corner and staggering to a halt as they saw him were sub-officer Whiteman and the female clone 103.

“Test Pattern! What? How did you get…?” Whiteman exclaimed, before thinking to shut his mouth. He was clearly shocked to see Jake alive in the flesh.

“Sub-officer Whiteman. You seem surprised,” Cool Breeze spoke.

“Uh, no, why would I be… I was just… there was a malfunction in the feeding machine.”

“Yeah. I noticed,” Cool Breeze said coldly.

Did the computer know what Whiteman had done?

“I have a new requirement for agent Mortimer. Agent Jones, could you please escort agent Mortimer there?”

Jones gave a nervous look to the sub-officer and jerked her head for Jake to follow her.

Jake, still furious, but willing to see how the computer wanted to play this out, reluctantly followed the other clone. As he drew even with Whiteman Jake raised his hand to suddenly scratch his chin and the sub-officer almost threw himself backwards out of reach.

He followed Jones through the maze of hallways, the other clone seemed to have no problem navigating and in a moment Jacob understood why. As soon as he concentrated on remembering the route back every turn and corridor replayed itself perfectly in his mind. Eidetic memory upgrade.

“Jones,” he asked. He’d only known her as female number 103 until the computer had named her.

“Shut your muppet hole,” the clone snapped.

“Just curious. Is Jones your first name or last name?”

She sighed. “Last. Sabotage, Sabotage Jones.”

“Your parents called you that? Jacob laughed.

“You are the spunk that should’ve been swallowed. No, my parents called me ‘anonymous donation’. The great Incorporated State of Lost Angels called me 0000A1-2344-BNBZ 614.

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