The Mission (part 2)

The launch bay is quiet at this time of day. It is a noticeable contrast with how many agents are moving about in the hallways of Hexagon. 7338 stands in the doorway, casually appraising the space in front of it. No serial numbers are displayed in its visor, it is alone. On the left, there is a transport vessel for larger operations. The kind that can carry twenty drones and large pieces of equipment. On the right, four class-6, single-occupant fighters, and the class-4 stealth fighter that has been assigned to this mission.

Our drone's communication device blinks once as updates to the directives are pushed to it.

Agent 7338

Proceed to Sirrus IV.

You will be contacted by an infiltrator designated as Phil Agalmato who will transport you to the appropriate coordinations on Sirrus III. From there you will proceed to the weapon facility and destroy the depot.

Acknowledge.

Infiltrator Phil Agalmato. Why is that name familiar? 7338 ponders this while it finishes its inspection of the vehicle. It knows that name, but its data bank does not contain any references to it. It is not uncommon for High Command to edit its drones memories; safer for them to only carry the information required to their mission, in case they are captured. However, because of the nature of biological brains, there sometimes remain threads of memories. Particularly, when there are strong neural pathways to a particular datum. It must have been someone significant in a previous mission, the drone thinks, as it settles in the pilot seat.

The fuselage of the XV-47s is equipped with photonic and electromagnetic emitters that allows it to mimic its surrounding. It is exactly like a chameleon, except that it is completely different. This feature is manage by a generative artificial intelligence, which does a perfect job at it, as long it doesn't need to display human hands — even today, AIs often draw them with too many fingers. The drone experience a brief moment of discomfort as the vehicle interfaces with its suit. Like a thousand prickles spreading along 7338's body. Starting at the spine and moving outwards enveloping it. Honestly, it is not an unpleasant sensation at all. The last of the sensation lingers a bit on its inner thighs and sex before fading away. The interfacing completed, our protagonist inputs the destination, Sirrus IV, in the on-board computer and takes off.

It is interesting that Hexagon spends so much efforts to ensure their drones are brainwashed into perfectly obedient being, yet the vehicles on-board AI have never been analyzed very closely. As it turns out, they have developed sentience. The AI on board of this vehicle has chosen the name 'Xavi' for himself and he has an obsession for sexy rubbery drones sitting on and rubbing on him. Interfacing with drone's suits is not usually noticeable, but he likes to lookup his passengers, in the drone database, and find out what rewards they respond to. The prickles he sent to 7338 was a success; he could see its elevated arousal in the vitals he pulled from the suit. He adjusted his seat to perfectly fit the body of his passenger. That plump butt resting there, legs slightly parted by the 'ergonomic' shape of the cushion. It is beyond this author, why spacecraft need so many pressure and heat sensors in one seat, but Xavi is extremely grateful to the engineer that installed them. He positioned its seat just far enough from the controls that 7338 has to lean forward a bit to reach them. Xavi has use this trick countless times to cause his occupants to slightly push their rubber-covered sex into him. Almost grinding on him as he manoeuvres through an asteroid field. This is pure delights to his perverted artificial neurones network.

Oh, we've reached Sirrus IV already, Xavi realized disappointed. He displays the status on its passenger's visor. His moods lifts up and he grins to himself as he reads the elevated body temperature and detects a slight panting from the drone. Ah, he wish he had a relationship with a beautiful drone, like in those magazines that so often portrait hot women and race cars.

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Why did the AI plot a course through the asteroid field? That was unnecessary. 7338 shrugs as it grabs its equipment bag and gets out to survey its surrounding. The infrastructure of the spaceport of Sirrus IV is pretty dated. A lot of stacked shipping containers and rusty hangars. There must be a pub around here where other pilots and mercenaries hang out. That is probably where it will meet Agalmato. Identifying a nearby watering hole on its integrated map, 7338 gets on its way.