Free Gene Drifters: The Clone Soldier Chronicles-Book III by D.J. Takemoto

have a choice on
whether to accept implantation; but, I don’t. Illegals can be implanted now,
without informed consent.” Irma lowered her skirt and waited for Dina’s
response, with tears in her eyes.
    A worker efficiency implant, established by the new worker
efficiency protocol, was required in jobs now threatened by robotic take-over,
or for all illegal workers. An ID’ed worker could refuse, but was usually fired.
Those without IDs could be implanted against their will; they were illegal
workers, after all. The implant made the worker extremely efficient in various
ways, but caused increased chance of cancer, dementia, breast growth in males,
and baldness; and, sandwiched in tiny fonts at the bottom of the list, between
facial hair growth, and hangnails, was erectile dysfunction.  
    Of course Dina had to help her. And it wouldn’t take much
time. “Meet me at my hotel in an hour. Tell Leo you are stopping by to pick me
up for dinner. I’ll see what I can arrange.” Irma left the hut, turning left to
the underground tunnel; Dina hailed a hovercab. She told the robo-cabbie to
take her to the Opus, explaining everything to Dorian on the way.
    “Hello, Mr. Songtain. I spoke with my client. He wishes to
add me as bonus for faster delivery of the product. It will only be for a
single evening, of course. I know this is most unusual, but would you grant me
security access entry? Perhaps you may also wish to inform your counselor, Max.
If you wish, we can include him in the bonus. I will wait in the lobby for your
decision to accept the bonus. Of course there will be no economic liability
should you wish to refuse the offer,” Dina spoke into the com.
    She stood in front of the vid outside the impenetrable entry
door to the Opus, speaking to a red satin-robbed Leo. At first he was angry
with the intrusion, was half-way through the 3 rd installment of “ Romance
and the CEO ,” a popular soap. But when he saw who was at his front door, he
went all creamy in some places and hard in others.
    “What a pleasant surprise, Ms. Turner. May I call you
Elizabeth? I will buzz you in immediately. Max can wait,” he said, again in
that unnaturally low voice.
    “Thank you, Leo. I’ll be right up.” Dina smiled her best, ‘ yes,
let’s fuck ’ smile at the vid of Leo, standing there in his red satin, bulge
in the lower middle, robe.
    Ten minutes later, Dina exited the Opus, carrying the rolled
up Roxanne Smoot bounty poster. It was not difficult to alter Leo’s train of
thought, to do what Gimlet called a mind-fuck. Her mutant abilities were
unique; she could control what people wanted to do, change their minds, implant
memories. She was one of only a few rebels capable of this. She left him with a
clear memory of lunch, to sell clone soldiers to that Las Vegas client, then of
steamy sex with that caramel-skinned assistant, and with the absolute certainty
that he’d also given Irma to the new client, thrown in as a bonus, with the
clone soldier purchase deal. Or did he throw her in as a gift?
    Leo couldn’t remember, but was perturbed that he’d missed
ten whole minutes of his show, peeing. Plus, he was genuinely upset about his
missing Roxanne Smoot bounty poster. He thought maybe the housekeeper had taken
it. It was a special one, artistically modified to show her naked, and spread
eagle. Well, he’d been thinking of a further modification anyway; something
involving her tongue and his dong, which was now, once again, in the on mode.
    Max proved a tad more difficult for Dina to mind fuck. All
legal counselors wore protective head gear against possible mental intrusion.
That’s legal speak for reading your mind. However, it was not difficult to find
Max; his law offices took up an entire floor in the Stemworm, Inc. building in
central Hong Kong. Dina coded in level 27, and stood in front of the ID
scanner. On the way, she’d explained everything to Dorian. He had to do a fast
scan-hack for her, so she would pass