Droid Hunter - Part 2

[ButchyBoy]

Cricket knew a few things about this place she was speeding to by hovercar, Omega City. She knew it was a domed city, just like New Chicago, and that it was located on land that used to be called….Detroit? She also knew it was the home of the GTV Television Network, the only source of entertainment allowed to be seen by the citizens of the domed cities. While she had never watched, Cricket had come to understand this “entertainment” didn’t treat androids like her very well. Shows like this “Droid Hunter” for instance.
Cricket also knew that like Old Chicago, Omega City was run by a single individual; a so-called “genius” television producer named Stan Sterling. The girl robot detective didn’t know much about him, other than everyone who lived in Omega City worked for Sterling and GTV. At the moment however, Cricket had a single thought on her mind….save Harry. And if she had to bring this GTV and the entire dome crashing down to accomplish her mission, so be it.
In less than two hours, Cricket arrived at GTV Studios, naturally the brightest lit building in Omega City. She sped as fast as the vehicle could go all the way there, right into the security entrance, and up to the landing pad. She left the car with someone who looked like a valet and walked right into the building, paying no attention to the secretary who was yammering on about how only authorized people are allowed past the front desk, and quickly located the offices of this “Sparkling” Stan Sterling. She grasped the handle and the door flew open.
Another secretary, this one too surprised to do anything, and another door. Cricket was tired of obstacles. She walked right to the door and tried to open it. This one was locked. “Ummm…can I help you?” a demure blonde girl asked rather meekly behind her desk. Cricket shot her head to the right in the girl’s direction. It was a rather icy stare the robot girl gave, and yet, she did give a small smile and her voice was almost pleasant.
“Yes. I’m Mrs. Lang here to see Mr. Sterling.” Cricket then stared at the locked door again, and her voice went from pleasant to angry. “I believe I have an appointment!”
One swift kick of her foot later, and the door disintegrated into the room. Inside was Stan Sterling, sitting at his desk in the same powered blue tux Cricket had seen the day before. Sterling smiled at the angry fembot and quipped, “It’s open, come right in.” There was also someone who appeared to be another secretary, kneeling on the floor. Cricket was thankful a full view was blocked by Sterling's massive desk. Sterling never took his eyes off Cricket, whose expression by this time was one of almost pure rage; her face was nearly red. His expression was still one of confidence. “My attorney will be in touch with you about the door”, he smirked. Cricket just stared him down, and came toward him, which made him lose the smirk. "Where...is...HARRY?" she seethed.
Sterling quickly composed himself. He pressed a button on his intercom system. "Alexis?" he spoke into it, "we're going to need another door here, ASAP." He released the button, and then, to the woman on the floor, "Give us a minute, Sandy." "Yes, sir," Sandy said in a very robotic voice and stiffly got to her feet and walked out of the room.
"Your Harry is safe; in pain, but safe. And he'll remain safe as long as you agree to take part in my game," Sterling said in even, measured, sonorous television-host tones. "I'll never appear on your worthless show," Cricket shouted. "Now give me back Harry before I do something I may or may not regret later!" "Oh, but, you don't have a choice in the matter," said a female voice behind Cricket, and then all of a sudden, she was overcome by a rushing sensation that the room was spinning rapidly around. The floor dropped out from underneath her, and suddenly, there was nothing.
When Cricket was able to focus clearly again, everything around her seemed to be very green, and very beautiful. There were large trees and bushes everywhere. This was perhaps a Forrest or jungle of some sort. She got to her feet, and examined her surroundings. She could her birds and other animals in the distance. Perhaps what had just happened with Harry was a very bad glitch in her memory, Cricket thought at first. What humans would call a “bad dream” But a quick look around soon told her different; the trees and greenery were all clever fakes and the “birds” were singing the same song….over and over and over. Almost as if they were taunting the android girl.

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Next: Here come the girls.

[DollSpace]

Good installment - keep on writing! ^_^

Rynnie