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face, and she smiled at the feel. It felt wonderful. Everything felt
wonderful. Her whole body tingled, and even the brush of skin against the
chair or her hospital gown seemed an erotic caress. She was drifting now on a
wonderful, magical
euphoric cloud in which nothing at all mattered. They could do anything,
anything at all to her, and it would not matter. She rarely had any sort of
sexual dreams or fantasies, but this was real, and she wished someone would
come and take her and ravish her body and do whatever they wished with her.
She had a vision of herself as a sultry woman of pleasure, dancing, moving,
naked and free in front of a group of adoring men, and she really liked the
fantasy.
Blockers and enzymes shifted and changed, and the feelings and the fantasies
faded quickly. Reality returned, although she had always been conscious of
where she was and what was happening. The difference was that she was becoming
clearheaded once more, coldly confident, and increasingly angry over what was
being done here. She struggled against her bonds, cursing the fact that she
was trapped in a weak woman's body. She didn't feel like a woman; deep down,
she had a vision that she was a man, a man trapped by science or sorcery in
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this weak girl's body, a strong and virile man with courage and confidence and
raw animal power. She'd rather bed this body than be trapped in it. Anger
turned to pure animal fury, and she struggled against the metal rings that
bound her.
Adrenaline pumped,' and she actually twisted and bent the rings and managed to
get one hand free. He would show them! He would.
More shifting, more changing color patterns. The sense of strong sexual
identity faded but was not replaced. She had no concept of maleness or
femaleness;
gender was an irrelevancy, without meaning to her. The anger, too, faded
quickly, and she felt totally calm, unable even to relate to the emotions she
had experienced up to that point. She was like a machine: aware, intelligent,
but without passion, without any feelings at all about anything. Yet she was
as clearheaded, as logical, as she could ever be. Stripped of her animalism,
she stared at the patterns in the hologram and almost immediately grasped
their logic and meaning based upon what she had seen so far. At this level,
where even pleasure and pain, fear and love, were mere terms, she analyzed her
situation. She was being reprogrammed, but this level was the most efficient
for undertaking an escape.
There was no hatred, no bitterness, no feeling of any sort that was relevant
to her. Escape was mandated because this stage was the optimum one for her
potentials, and it was illogical to abort it.
"I believe we have done enough for today," Doctor Wang said casually. "Too
much can wear you out and cause harm to the body. My! You really did a job on
those restraints! Well, I will just recline you now and allow you to rest and
the enzymes to be expelled from your system. It will probably cause you to
sleep, so just relax and let it happen. I'll be back in a few minutes to check
you out, then you can go and eat."
She watched the doctor actually leave and no one else come back in. She did
not feel elation or any other emotion, but she realized immediately that they
had
made their first mistake. There was simply no way that the chief
administrator, her father, was going to allow this place to be without
standard safeguards.
"Code Lotus, black, green, seven two three one one," she said aloud in a calm,
expressionless voice. "Emergency override activation is ordered."
A computer voice responded from somewhere to the left rear of her. "Code
acknowledged," it said. "Reason for interrupt?"
"Pawn takes king."
"Accepted. Instructions?"
Her father could never trust anyone, and that meant anyone. All Center
computers with human interfaces were programmed with override codes that would
allow him, if need be, to countermand almost any order. He changed the codes
quite often and then just as often forgot them, so he had them encoded in his
personal files. The only time when he couldn't depend on this was when he was
away in
Hainan or on Leave, as he was about to be now. For that period, he needed a
sequence of codes he could always remember, and he often used a variation of
the same sequences year after year. At fifteen, she had broken that code and
had gone undiscovered, and she had had little trouble in the hidden room back
home in establishing the few changes for this year now that she knew what she
was looking for. That had been her one hope, but this had been the first
opportunity to use it.
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