Astria wanted to tell Jennings about the decoy plans for her father's capture, but she didn't completely trust him. Just because a man is good in bed doesn't make him trustworthy. Plus, her enhanced senses were telling her something wasn't right. Either he was lying or he wasn't telling her everything. Either way, she needed to get the whole truth out of him.
As she was lying against him, playing with his limp dick, she wondered if just pulling it off would work.
Ashley chirped, "If you pull it off, he won't be able to pleasure you anymore."
She thought, "Ashley, do you feel pleasure?"
Ashley responded, "No."
Astria said out loud, "That is a shame."
Jennings said, "What is a shame?"
Astria gripped his balls and growled, "Do you think you can continue lying to me? You are a ForceCom Marine. Marines don't have COMMMAND Sargent Majors; do they, Major?"
Jennings couldn't move, or he risked losing his balls, and his weapon was on the other side of the room. He gulped and replied, "No, they don't, Commander. How.."
His question was cut off as Astria tightened her grip and growled, "Are you working for my fucking stepfather?"
Jennings replied, "Oh, fuck, no. You think you could loosen up your grip just a little bit."
Astria jumped into a squat so fast that Jennings thought his balls were toast. He screamed at the pain Astria was inflicting. She growled and said, "Talk, or I will feed these to you."
Jennings just moaned, "Fuck orders. Command is afraid you are working for Dr. Rothman." He felt the vice-like grip get worse, and he continued, "Least not intentionally. Since they can't connect to your AI, they are concerned he can control you somehow."
Astria growled, "You mean they can't control my AI, and they don't like that?"
Jennings nodded and said, "Yes, that too. Fuck that hurts."
Ashley chirped, "I have shielded you from all the hacking attempts. '
Astria thought, "The North American Defense Command."
Ashley replied, "They aren't really trying to hack me. They are just trying to connect."
Out loud, Astria said, "Who else is trying to hack us?"
Ashley chirped, "Russians, Chinese, and I assume your father, though I can't prove the latter, yet."
Astria thought, "Off grid, now."
Ashley chirped, "Done."
Jennings moaned through his pain and asked, "You can still talk to your AI? I mean, it's not controlling you." Astria released her grip, and Jennings moaned, "Fuck, thank you."
Astria just smiled and said, "We are one, but my AI doesn't control me. She makes me better. I would have thought you would have realized that by now."
Jennings asked, "She? Ouch, Fuck."
He felt Astria grip tighten as Astria said, "Yes, she. Is that a problem, Major?"
He groaned, "No, sir."
Astria, still holding onto Jennings' surprisingly hard cock, asked, "Are you all Marines?"
Jennings replied, "No, we are a mix of Force Recon, Special Forces, Seals, and an OGA."
Ashley, anticipating Astria's question, chirped, "Other Government Agency. Probably the CIA, NSA, CSIS, CNI or DIA."
DIA is the Defense Intelligence Agency. CSIS is the Canadian equivalent of the CIA and CNI is from Mexico. DIA runs them all.
Astria let Jennings go and barked, "Get dressed and get them all here."
Jennings did as he was told and limped out. Astria got her armor on and went to the labs.
She found the lead tech and asked, "Can you improve my armor and make it less susceptible to an EMP?"
He chuckled and said, "Well, it just so happens we can. Autopsies on the dead cyborgs were what we suspected. Their AIs fried, and as a result, they died. Your AI is somewhat shielded but still vulnerable. It's going to require some major surgery, but we can end that vulnerability."
Astria scowled and asked, "What surgery?"
The tech, with fear in his eyes, answered, "We have a new ultralight-weight Faraday material developed and tested from the study of the dead cyborgs. We need to wrap your AI and all its wires with the new cloth. Plus we have developed a newer lighter armour that incorporates the Faraday cloth."
Ashley chirped, "Can I come back online? This room is air-gapped."
Astria thought, "Do it."
Ashley chirped, "Risk is minimal to me and you; however, external risk is high. They can't take away our autonomy. That is still under your control. You can be physically harmed if, during the process, you and I are severed."
Astria grabbed the tech and growled, "Where does your loyalty lie?"
He gulped and said, "Only with you, Miss Astria. Your stepfather turned my brother into one of his zombie cyborgs. I started working here to try to help him."
Astria released him and said, "Set up the procedure, and Jennings will be there to ensure it doesn't 'accidentally' fail."
Three days later, Astria was on the table, unconscious. The panel on the side of her head was off. Her AI itself, while still attached to her real brain, was lying on the table next to her head. Her real brain was exposed.
Jennings was doing his level best not to reach out and throw the tech across the room. While he once questioned Astria's loyalty, he doesn't anymore. He was starting to care for her, and this just didn't seem right.
Another cyborg entered the room, and Jennings tensed up. She smiled at Jennings and said, "I am the cyborg that Miss Astria rescued the day the lab was bombed. I am autonomous, like her. Please relax."
Jenning knew about the girl and her parents, though this was the first time he had seen any of them. Jennings still wondered if she was sexually enhanced. If she was she could disable him
The girl cyborg must have seen the look on Jennings' face and laughed. She said, "Don't worry, I don't have her sexual enhancements. Though you are kind of cute." She handed Jennings what appeared to be earbuds. She smiled and said, "Those are nose filters. They will stop the pheromones from reaching your dick."
Jennings, uneasy, smiled, inserted the filters and watched the girl gently wrap each wire on Astria's AI in a fine layer of cloth. The senior tech told Jennings, "Her fine motor skills are better than any full human. That is one of her enhancements."
The girl looked at Jennings and said, "Astria asked me if I wanted to be a help in this lab. She asked my father, too. He's building her new armor."
Jennings, still uneasy, said, "Nice of her."
The girl spun around and snapped, "You don't get it, do you?"
Jennings barked, "Get what? I am being told I have to trust another fucking robot. I am still trying to trust her."