Betty Ruth Sinclair

Again she’s laying in this bed no shadows, just light, bright white light. She’s wondering if they’ll visit today she might like to hear them, but if not maybe someone will turn on the music? It’s quiet, always so quiet, but Betty has become accustom to it having known no other existence.
She knows she is in the Capital, in the premier Medical Center of the nation, and she knows she was born defective. She has never seen a thing only shadows from above, or to the side. They say she is lucky for she will soon be fixed. No real use of the eyes, a missing leg, forearm, and hand, paralyzed from the neck down this pink haired angel cannot speak they only recently discovered she can hear. The whole twelve years little defective Betty heard every last sound. Since the discovery they’ve been reading to her the gossip has stopped, mostly. They say it’s so she’ll be ready, but she’s found she misses the daily drama.
The incubator begins to close around her, eyes shoot open, she cannot move. The light is changing as they lock her in, restraints attach, and the shadows still-silence.
She hears distant heel clicks, Mrs Sinclair, she’s with her husband and the doctor. What’s happening? Betty is terrified-have they changed their minds? Darkness covers everything as the nurses enter with a pitter-patter and hushed breathing. Everything sounds so strange, the incubator pump making everything hollow, milky eyes are watery.
She can hear Mrs Sinclair “are you sure?” her voice is small, but piercing. “I mean it will take? I don’t think I can handle a mishap.”
The incubator begins to shake as nurses ready the medical bed to begin. It’s happening. The heels are moving away, the shadows break in quick succession as bzzzz air hits her ears, the light return, her head is being held in place. There’s a tickle on her temples tendrils licking at her skin then pain. Severe pain. Six tendrils on either side dig in as the visor drops on open eyes. She screams, but there’s no sound. Down her open mouth drop several disk forcing the scream to remain.
Inside she is crying for her mother, father, the doctor, God, anyone to make it stop-is this fixing?
The bio-tech limbs fall into place again with a tickle and then with a bang. As scalpel goes down to chest she cannot see it, but when it touches skin another silent scream this time with static distortion.
The agony turns her numb as tear drops stream down pure white skin-is this being fixed?

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The sterile air crackles as Betty makes her way to the lab this techno-cutie only moments away from the surprise of her life!

Just before crossing the threshold Betty stops seeing a rather crazed looking woman smash a microscope over a rather wide man’s head. Repeatedly. Screaming in between thrust “THE.” smash “FUCKING.” smash “NERVE.” smash “OF.” smash “SOME.” at this point the pair are obscured by the lab table the man having fallen from the blows long ago. Betty waits. “PEOPLE.”
The woman leaps up almost chimpanzee like holding the microscope with both hands, lifting it above her head, long legs spread and bent, round glasses gleaming, and white button up shirt wide open exposing rather ample breast. Smash, down the maniac went out of sight once again. Betty waits.
The animal let’s out of wail “STEAL FROM ME! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD STEAL FROM ME!?” Cue the evil villain laugh and Betty has waited too long.

Like a whisper our robo-fantasy glides to the other side of the table to see a fiend covered in blood this lab coat clad woman hands up, head thrown back, glasses reflecting the ceiling completely consumed. Cough-Betty will have to be louder-cough, cough, cough-
“Hello!” She scares herself with the outburst, but it worked.
With a wail the bloody killer lady jumps back finger pointed “who are you!?” then she notices her heels sinking into the dead guys eye socket. “Oh….” after a long silent pause “fuck…fuck!…. oh fu-”
Betty has again waited long enough “excuse me!” glasses too attention “thank you, now if you will I’ll need a bit of assistance with those pesky cameras.” She points a white gloved finger toward the security cameras. With a gulp they begin to work Betty now introduced to the wonder scientist dubbed STEM and STEM now aware that cross-hatched humans do exist!
Having hooked Betty’s systems into the labs computer she let the magnificent creature do her thing for the moment nothing but, buzz buzz buzz. With STEM salivating over her circuits-improvements can be made!
Betty’s eye visor flashes static infested blue. Full attention to the monitor they re-watch the scene. Back and back they go once they get to the pleasant exchange the picture stops. “They have it all…” she breathes seeing a marvelous career fade away. As dreams shatter visor again flashes this time a static orange to black back to blue and the footage rolls on.
This time the pleasant exchange ends with both parties leaving. Safe, sound and more importantly alive. Her glasses fog as tears well she’s so happy the energy bursting from her she shouts “THAT’S SO COOL!”
covering her mouth instantly she laughs muffled like a maniac once more.

Then black turns to white, a blinding white light-almost like birth burning the unused retinas. Then two large round dark shadows appear “you there my corky one?” she can feel her breath on her chin, lips twitch “don’t move honey I’m putting the visor on” click, click static then sight. “How are you feeling?”
With the voice of a mouse she smiles “the update appears to have been a success.”

 

Steal from me

In the lab some scientist find themselves up against a desk. For Betty quite literally. “You know, I’ve always wanted a pet.” the colleague drooled over the very docile pink haired hottie “Stem is so mean for keeping you away” he pushed himself in between her legs, feet now off the ground, one pretty little heel falling down.
She pushed weakly “no…” she breathed, did he think it was a sign?
Yes.
The man pulled her by the lab coat his fat sweaty lips move in-
“Mean!? HA HA HA” finally the heroine appears-her laugh ripping her binds. Ample breast bursting through her pale blue button up hitting the pigs face as he meets the cleavage head on. “Steal from me!? AHA HA HA HA! DIE!” with elegant parting words this hero slams a monitor-wait-yes a monitor into his skull! Bashing down again and again this sexy manic laughs her way into ecstasy. She looked upon Betty with satiated eyes “all safe.” then gazed into the security camera with a wink.

S.T.E.M & Corkscrew

Violators of technology beware!
The dynamic sisters of science are here!
And these ladies will-
Knock. You. Out.

Mind the lab coat and your eyes
because Stem programmed Corkscrew to-
Take. Them.

Before you know it
this cybernetic hottie will be
screw driving your heart
right out of your body!