Chapter 95: Episode 95: Cooking a plan

Nikki slammed the heavy door of the guest bathroom shut, her fingers frantically swiping the digital lock panel until it flashed a secure, impenetrable red.

She leaned her back flat against the door, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

From the other side of the reinforced door, a low, incredibly dark chuckle vibrated through the material, rattling straight into her spine.

“Your biological battery is indeed depleted,” Adonis’s voice rumbled from the hallway, dripping with amused, terrifying patience. “I will not breach the door, Kitty. I require you to be operating at optimal capacity for my reward. Rest. I will be in the central command matrix.”

His heavy footsteps slowly receded down the corridor. Nikki let out a massive, shaky exhale, sliding down the door until she was sitting on the bath mat.

She pulled her phone from the pocket of the oversized grey sweater. She needed to set her plan into motion, and she needed her only true human ally to help her refine the plan. She tapped Roxy’s contact icon.

The line rang twice before it clicked open.

“Hello?” Roxy’s voice drifted through the speaker. It sounded completely ragged, breathless, and incredibly raspy.

“Rox, it’s me,” Nikki breathed, pushing her messy red hair out of her face. “I need to talk to you. I have a massive plan, and I need to bounce some ideas off someone who isn’t currently plotting to keep me locked in forever. Can we meet?”

“Oh my god, Nik,” Roxy groaned, the sound accompanied by the rustle of sheets. “Yes. Please. Come to the mansion. I literally cannot move my legs to come to you. Just have your scary boyfriend authorize a transport.”

Nikki frowned, a spike of genuine concern hitting her chest. “Are you okay? Do I need to bring medical supplies?”

A sudden, wildly inappropriate cackle burst from the speaker. “Medical supplies? Honey, I need a wheelchair and a medal of honor. Just get over here.”

Thirty minutes later, Nikki’s SUV, glided through the heavily fortified gates of General K-09’s compound.

She reached the master quarters and the heavy steel doors hissed open.

Nikki stepped inside, and her jaw immediately dropped.

The room was an absolute disaster zone of discarded human clothing, and completely ruined bedding. In the center of the massive bed lay Roxy.

Roxy was draped in a dark, heavy blanket, her wild hair sticking up in every conceivable direction. She looked like a complete and utter wreck.

Dark circles dusted her under-eyes, her skin was flushed, and she was currently attempting to feed herself a synthesized grape with a hand that was visibly trembling.

“Rox!” Nikki gasped, rushing over to the edge of the bed. “What happened to you?!”

“What happened to me?” Roxy swallowed the grape, letting her head flop back against the pillows with a dramatic, exhausted sigh. “I’ll tell you what happened. The canine warlord happened. Nikki… he has been fucking me for two days straight.”

Nikki’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Two days?!”

“Forty-eight hours,” Roxy corrected, her voice a raspy, utterly defeated whisper. “I can’t feel my back anymore. My spine is jelly. My internal organs have been completely rearranged.”

“Roxy, that’s insane! Why didn’t you stop him?!” Nikki cried, her protective instincts flaring. She knew exactly how relentless the Android Generals could be when their newly adapted emotional matrixes went into overdrive.

Although she didn’t know what the hell was in K-09 matrix to be this sex crazed.

Suddenly, Roxy pushed herself up on her elbows. A bright, feral, completely unapologetic grin spread across her exhausted face.

“Stop him?” Roxy shouted, her voice echoing in the massive bunker. “Are you crazy? I loved it!”

Nikki blinked, completely stunned by the sheer, chaotic enthusiasm radiating from her best friend.

But oh well, she was Roxy wasn’t she?

“I have dated scavengers, I have dated resistance fighters, I have dated Sector 2 bureaucrats before the Fall,” Roxy ranted enthusiastically, waving her trembling hand in the air. “None of them, not a single human man, has ever given me such absolute, mind-altering satisfaction before! It’s like he has a mathematical algorithm for the female anatomy! He doesn’t get tired. He doesn’t cramp. He just keeps going!”

The same K-09???

I think I have missed the plot here.

Nikki couldn’t help it; a hot flush crept up her neck as the soreness in her own core pulsed in agreement. She slumped down on the edge of the mattress, burying her face in her hands.

“I know,” Nikki mumbled through her fingers. “Rox, I am in the exact same predicament. Adonis dragged me into an ice bath yesterday because he overheated from drinking alcohol, and then he kept me pinned to the mattress until the sun came up. I literally had to physically run away from him an hour ago just to get out of the house.”

Roxy burst into another raspy laugh, reaching out to pat Nikki’s knee sympathetically.

“It’s a blessing and a curse, babe,” Roxy sighed, shifting her weight with a wince. “The only issue with my big, scary dog is that he is mostly stoic. He doesn’t talk dirty. He doesn’t really talk at all. He just stares at me with those red eyes, grabs my hips like a vice, and goes to work.” Roxy bit her lip, a wicked glint in her eye. “But honestly… I kind of love it that way. The silent, lethal treatment is incredibly hot.”

Nikki shook her head, laughing despite the sheer absurdity of their conversation. They were two girls casually discussing the sexual stamina of the world’s most dangerous artificial intelligence constructs like they were gossiping about college boyfriends.

“Okay, okay, enough about our ruined spines,” Nikki said, pulling herself together and sitting up straight. “I came here because I need your brain. I have a plan.”

Roxy perked up, grabbing a pillow to prop behind her back. “Lay it on me, Commander Nikki.”

Nikki quickly outlined everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hours. She told Roxy about the shocking discovery of the serial killer hunting in the lower sectors.

Finally, she revealed the ultimate blueprint: the human-AI alliance, starting with the Matchmaker Protocol for General B-02.

Roxy listened silently, already thinking about their next step, whether Nikki wanted her she was always there.

When Nikki finished, Roxy let out a long, slow sigh.

“You want to infiltrate the Sector 2 headquarters, find a human female brave enough to date a Class-5 warlord, and use their relationship to anchor the southern grids to your rebellion,” Roxy summarized, rubbing her temples.

“Exactly,” Nikki nodded eagerly. “Adonis already agreed to let me start doing administrative tasks at the headquarters. It’s my cover story. If we can secure B-02, we have three Generals on our side.”

Roxy gave her two cents, her expression turning surprisingly serious.

“Nikki, it’s going to be hard,” Roxy warned, leaning forward. “You’re dealing with upper-management Sector 2 humans. They are petty, they are incredibly jealous, and they are terrified of the machines. Integrating a warlord into their office politics is like dropping a live grenade into a fish tank. Plus, if Adonis or K-09 figure out you’re building a shadow alliance behind their backs, they might just lock us both in this house and keep fucking us until we can’t think anymore.”

Nikki’s smile faltered slightly, but she set her jaw. “I know it’s dangerous. But if I don’t do this, the humans and the machines are eventually going to destroy each other. I have to try.”

Roxy stared at her best friend for a long moment. Then, a slow, proud smile spread across her face.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” Roxy laughed softly, reaching out to squeeze Nikki’s hand. “But I support you. One hundred percent. We survived the end of the world; we can survive playing matchmaker for a bunch of dictators.”

Roxy leaned back against her pillows, her eyes narrowing as her brain started churning through the realities of the plan. She thought about B-02, the charming, eloquent, flirtatious android who she conversed with in the gardens and shivered.

If K-09 was like this, what would B-02 be like?

She looked at Nikki, the wicked glint returning to her eyes in full force.

“The politics will be tough,” Roxy mused, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. “But honestly, Nik? The biggest hurdle isn’t going to be finding a girl who understands bureaucracy.”

Nikki tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

Roxy gestured vaguely to her own destroyed, exhausted body, still entirely trapped in K-09’s bed.

“What if we find a female from the workplace?” Roxy challenged, raising an eyebrow. “Surely there is a female who could actually handle B-02’s sexual program?”

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