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The Art of Seduction is a Tech Manual

As the door rattles on it's hinges I can't help but look to Cam and as always she's looking directly back at me, the same question reflected in her eyes that I know are being projected by my own. 'What do we do?' Her eyes make that slow calculated sideways glance and I know in my gut that she's running the odds in her head. We can't risk discovery but I'm not ready to give the order to kill some flunky rent-a-cop who just happens to have the worst luck in the world.

This was supposed to be a simple recon mission to scout a potential Skynet Fab and I've screwed things up immeasurably by trying to be a hero before my time. My mother is going to kill me if the security guard doesn't beat her to it. The banging has stopped and instead I can hear someone fumbling with keys. Unbidden, I can almost see the epitaph in tomorrows paper, 'Here lies John Connor, Future leader of the Human Resistance. He was shot by a guy making $15 an hour and died a virgin.' At my laughter, Cameron tilts her head and gives me her most blank expression which I've come to assign as her 'confused' face. The warmth of her hand couples with the last vestige of my fake eulogy and I see the solution to our plight with absolute clarity. "Cam, I need you to follow my lead."

"Yes." She nods in that accommodating and frightening way of hers.

I hear the key catch in the lock and in the split second before the door opens I cast aside all my knowledge of the future and I kiss Cam for all I'm worth. Her response is slow and measured, if she were human, I'd call it hesitant, but then she melts against me and as her tongue slides into my mouth I feel pressure building in my groin. I can't even begin to count on how many levels this is wrong, but neither can I deny how perfectly her body folds into mine. When I palm the supple flesh of her breasts, I nearly come in my pants at the moan she elicits. My fingers are questing up the back and inside of her thighs, intent in their pursuit to ravage that delectable heat. She's encouraging me with a wicked tongue whose writhing seems to echo the steady undulation of her pelvis into mine.

"Ahhem!"

Reality douses me in hot shame, which is quickly followed by cold fear. Fear of what I was about to do and how innocently it all began.

It takes a full minute of heavy breathing before I can remember that it was just a ploy; who wouldn't believe that a teenage boy lost his head and ditched the tour of a microelectronics company to make out with a hot girl in a broom closet. Especially, when the 'girl' looked like Cam. By comparison, the truth is too far fetched. Gary, as his name tag decrees, is staring me down with a mixture of amusement, exasperation, and, if I'm not mistaken, a little envy.

My tongue feels a little funny when I try to speak; like it's lost without Cam's company. Finally, I manage, "We were just…uh..." I look at Cam and back to Gary and shrug. That earns me a grin.

"I'm going to have to escort the two of you out of here." Gary's smile turns just this side of lecherous when his gaze wanders over Cameron and a part of me I don't want to recognize reaches a possessive hand around her waist…as if she needs my protection. She leans into me ever so slightly and I wonder if she's playing along for his benefit or mine.

Two hours later, I'm lying in bed nursing a serious case of blue balls and contemplating finishing things off myself when she enters the room. I don't want to look at her but hormones are a treacherous task master and I seriously can't help myself. I regret it instantly. The sight of her standing there in boy shorts and a fitted tank would cause an aneurism if there were any blood left in the general vicinity of my head. She wets her lips and my cock twitches, thoroughly distracting me from whatever it is she's saying. I am so screwed it's not even funny.

Suddenly, I'm angry. There's an influx of testosterone in my system and no place for it to go and certainly no privacy for me to address it myself. But mostly I'm mad at her, "What the hell was that this afternoon?"

She blinks, "I was following your lead."

"Where the hell did you learn to kiss like that?"

"One of the facets of my programming is human interaction."

"You were programmed to kill humans, not make out with them." I'm on my feet, standing a mere inch from her. "What possible motive could Skynet have for building a machine that knows how to moan?"

"Information extraction."

It's so deadly simple and twisted that I stagger back a pace, "You were assigned to be a whore?" I swear that a look of hurt skitters through her eyes, but I push my sympathy aside and hold tight to the renewed rage that's coming from a dark, predatory place within. "Well? I asked you a question?"

"Skynet determined that physical torture was insufficient toward achieving intelligence goals. Most humans would rather die than betray their kind. The primary exceptions involved love. Upon further analysis, it was determined that lust is commonly mistaken for love and that's when my model was conceived."

"You've slept with men for information."

"Men…and women."

End over end, my blood goes from ice cold to searing hot with the addition of that last word. I grab my forehead and cover my eyes, but the image of Cam making out with another woman just won't leave. I'm frustrated beyond measure at this latest turn and can't help but growl, "Fuck me."

Suddenly I'm laying flat on my back and Cam is straddling my waist. Logically I know that she weighs over a ton, but the physics of why she isn't crushing me becomes vastly unimportant when she presses her mouth to mine.

I don't want to do this…I know I don't. I was making a comment, not issuing a command. "Maybe we should…" I hear myself make a feeble attempt at derailing this but then my hands are cupping the toned muscles of her ass and she's pushing my shirt up and off.

God almighty I'm close and she isn't even naked yet. Naked?? Do I really want to have sex with a machine? A small voice whispers in the back of my head, 'women have vibrators, is this really so different?' I get my answer when she shudders out a gasp as I suck at the pulse point in the crook of her neck. This is entirely different. She can feel…it may be software prompted by specific sensors, but there's consciousness at its core. A consciousness loyal to me and I can't abuse that. I pull back slightly and pant the word, "Stop."

She must not have heard me because her hands are drawing her tank top up her rib cage. I open my mouth to repeat myself at the exact moment she's able to pull the offending garment over her head; I think I drool instead. She doesn't seem to mind because she's kissing me again and I'm trying to find a way to speak around her tongue in my mouth. I'm failing in the worst way, but succeeding in others I never intended. Cam's so wet I can feel the traces of her want seeping through her panties and sliding low on my belly. I'm positive that this is what having a stroke feels like…I want to talk…I want to say something, but I'm powerless to do so.

She has me completely ensnared and in that moment of defeat, I recognize the brilliance of Skynet's theory of seduction. It's that knowledge that revives my will. I think I can see the first glimmer of the man I'm supposed to be when I tell her, "Stop."

This time she does and for the first time I notice that she's breathing heavy. In fact, it's the first time I can ever remember seeing her breathe at all. When I look in her eyes, something inside me cringes, because the only word I can use to describe them is 'soulful'.

"Did I do something wrong?"

I let out a deep breathe, "No. I did…I shouldn't have even let things get this far. I tried to tell you before but I guess you didn't…" I trail off thinking about what I'm about to say next and knowing inherently that it's false, "hear me."

"I heard you."

Of course she did. She's the most sophisticated machine on the face of the Earth, which begs the question, "Then why didn't you stop?"

"I was confused." She turns away from me, picks up her shirt and puts it back on while I sit there flabbergasted.

"What do you mean you were confused? How many ways can you interpret the meaning of 'stop'?"

She turns to me with an expression akin to sadness, "Your voice said to stop, but your body told me you were lying."

"Two contradicting vantage points. So why did you chose to listen to my body?"

She looks me straight in the eye and I see true confusion, not just that mask I've seen before, reflecting back at me. "I don't know."

I watch her leave and I can't help but wonder if this is the first time Cameron has ever doubted herself.

Author's Note: Hello all! I woke up this morning with this little ditty rolling around my brain and since this is the only way I know to purge plot bunnies, I beg your indulgence. This is the first time that I've written a story outside of my comfort zone (I'm mainly a Lee/Kara shipper over in the BSG Verse), so any feedback you have would be fabulous. I'm thinking about tossing on a second chapter of absolute smut, but I'll wait to see if there's any interest.

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