Page 8 of Furi

Some of the room taking notice. Saying he'd never seen the like before and that there was something strange going on over there. And then he looked at him a little bit more clearly and Furi knew it was time to move on. Blocking him from view he applied pressure at the right point and knocked him out, broke his cuffs and pulled the door open letting all of the prisoners out. Going to two other cells and doing the same.

Within moments chaos reigned. Grabbing his things, he made his escape.

He now had everything he needed to find his brothers.

Connecting to his ship via the community’s hub over his neuro net he made his report and then sent his report to the Admiral at the Space Station Orion Delta. The Cyborg Empire’s capital.

Intel has proven positive. On to the hunt for the location now.

Walking through town he found his solar bike where he’d stashed it. Obscured from view undercover it had remained unmolested. Pulling it free of its cover he checked the vehicle over before mounting and putting his waistcoat back on. Connecting with the community’s hub once more over his neuro net he zeroed in on the location the drunk Beale had told him.

Making the connection to his current location he set off in search of those brothers that were lost.

His logic telling him his brothers were here. His logic was sure of it.

This world wasn’t registered with the Empire. No known records of when it was seeded. An unknown world that had got lost slipping through the stools of colonisation. Just like so many others that were hidden in Earth Corps history. Torched or wiped to stop the investigation into their actions. Leaving humans abandoned unable to be found. But they still looked.

No one knew exactly how many worlds were now lost out there. When Earth Corp had first recognised the potential of other worlds and sent robots and probs scattering them throughout the universe, no one could have guessed just how many viable worlds there were.

So many.

Rather than repair the environmental damage the corporations had created in the first place on Old Earth, the over production, the over mining, the damaged seas and air, people dying of diseases and pollution, the seasons and moon affected by the damage done, their answer was to ignore it and offer the stars instead.

There was no logic to it but, logic was not their goal. Credits were. And those new worlds were rich and abundant in wealth. Mulit trillions of credits that were worth the risk of creating a colony program to go and get it.

Half a day's ride and the landscape changed from being woodland and scattered brush to a more organised farming layout. Continuing on for another three hours before he saw the farming land give way to a central living hub. Stopping a mile out, he hid his bike going the rest of the way on foot keeping to the trees. Zeroing in on his optic to the land below.

It didn't take long to pick up signs of Cyborg.

He didn't need to see the men walking back and forth with determination with jobs to do to know they were there. His neuro net was picking up tendrils of the programming. There was no doubt these were Cyborgs. But he was unable to ascertain if the programming was still in effect or not.

He'd only know that by talking to them. And what generation they were.

Hunkering down he stayed and waited.

The night soon drawing in. Not that that was a problem for him. He rarely slept. Most Cyborgs were the same. They could go through four days without needing sleep unless injured and when they did require it, it was only for three or four hours to recharge.

He would not need to sleep this night.

He had a mission to do. Once it was all quiet down there, he'd be taking a closer look.

Zeroing in on his optic, there was no sign of the human owners. But he knew the daughter had to be around somewhere. He zeroed in on the house. It was late. It was most likely she was there. Picking up those that were on guard patrolling the area and fields he stayed out of sight, turning all his electronics down.

Whatever was going on here they had very good security in place.

He would have to be cautious when he made his way in. The last thing he needed was to be picked up by security. Cyborg or not, he had no way of knowing how the wind blew here. It was logical to be cautious.

Zeroing in he took in the faces of the Cyborgs going about their business. They all carried similarities that he recognised. Certain characteristics that many of them carried as a result of shared DNA. But no facial rec file flagged up. This was an unrecorded troop on a mission. Their ID kept off the records. The question was what and why.

And then his audio picked up something strange. A baby crying.

Coming from the house. Closing in on the sound, he heard the Cyborg comforting the child. It sounded like he was holding her, changing her, feeding her. The cries sounding female to his ears.

Had they evolved? Able to recognise a mate when they saw her? Were they mating and breeding?

Whose child was it?

Watching through the night, several Cyborgs came and went from the house. Security swopped out. Those men going into the house and another meal was being served. Two shifts.

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