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Valerie really hadn't been sure she was with her Gina until they got to the bedroom. Then it was easy to tell. Her Gina could never hide her lingering penis envy for very long. Oh sure, there was mutual fingering and the occasional sixty-nine, but sex wasn't sex until Gina Sexton got to pretend-fuck her significant other.
Which was why at this moment Valerie was straddling Gina's pelvis, bouncing up and down as Gina's right hand stuck up from her pubes and slid into her sopping pussy, while Gina's left hand played with her own sex. In Gina's mind, this was fucking Valerie in a way she could feel it, unlike using some kind of strap-on.
Valerie thought the elaboration was silly, but didn't complain much. After all, part of Gina's fantasy was that she was some kind of serious cocksmith, and of course she had much greater control over her fingers than any man had over his member, so Gina made sure her digits rubbed Valerie at just The Right Spot every time the little buggers thrust into her. It never failed to leave Val quivering and sweating and moaning like a two-dollar whore, and this time was no exception. The only real difference was the acoustics. The echo when Valerie came seemed to reverberate for ages. Gina was quieter with her orgasm, as usual, but the way her body stretched between Val's legs was a sure sign she was enjoying herself.
Valerie lay on top of Gina when she had control of herself again, falling off of Gina's hand in the process. They kissed as Gina brought her hands up and caught Valerie in hug. They lay that way for a minute or two, then Gina sat herself up off the bed and carried Valerie with her.
They came up for air after another half-minute of kissing. They were breathing heavy as they made eye contact. Valerie smiled, then frowned as Gina's attention was drawn to something over her left shoulder. "What?" She said. "What is it now?"
"I could swear I saw something on the far wall," Gina said, "a red light…"
Val rolled her eyes. "Gina, this ship has red lights along every wall…"
Gina shook her head. "Not that light. It looked like a red penlight somebody was playing on the wall."
"Woman, you are not going to stop what we're doing to investigate some fucking red penlight!"
Gina turned back to Valerie and stroked her cheek. "Of course I'm not. Not now, not when I haven't made love to you in so long…"
"It hasn't been that long...maybe a week and a half…"
"No, I know we've had sex recently, but...Valerie, I let my work and ambition make me forget the most important person in my life. I love you so much it hurts, and it has been ages since I've been able to show you that love in this way. I want to keep showing you for as long as it takes to make up for my mistakes."
"Awww…" Val said. They fell into another kiss and hugged each other close, pressing their chests into one another's.
When they backed off this time Gina smiled a wicked smile. "Okay...now offa me and on your hands and knees!"
Valerie balked. "Really? You're going to follow up what you just said by ordering me on all fours?"
Gina's grin grew more wicked as she reached down to Val's ass and started massaging her cheeks. "Come on, you know want to. Mama promises it'll be lots of fun…"
"You better not be planning to spank me…"
"Nope. No spankings...unless you want to…"
Valerie just looked in Gina's eyes for a moment, then rolled her eyes and made a big show of climbing off Gina's body and getting on her hands and knees next to her on the bed. Just to accentuate the pose she arched her back a little and shook her ass a couple of times. "Mama like?"
Gina bit her bottom lip. "Mama loves," she said huskily as she got up on her knees. She bent over Valerie's form and moved Val's hair to one side so she could kiss her lips from the side, then behind her ear, then the back of her neck. "Mama loves every single centimeter," she whispered before starting the kisses down Val's spine.
"Even my tiny little titties?" Val managed to say before getting lost in the attention of Gina's lips.
Gina stopped. "Who said they were tiny?" She pouted. "The big meanie! Don't listen to that person! I say they're perfect!" She reached around and grabbed one in each hand. "See? They fit my hands just right." She started to gently massage them as she resumed kissing Valerie's spine. She had to move her hands to Val's hips when her lips reached the small of Val's back, then she planted a pair of kisses on each ass cheek, one more on her puckering anus, and a long sucking kiss on Val's clit that made Val gasp and jump. Gina took that as an invitation to really go to work. She sucked on the clit like it was the best licorice she'd ever tasted, sucked until Valerie screamed and squirmed in her grip, pausing every now and again to stick her tongue in Valerie's pussy and stir it up. After Val had multi-orgasmed a few times under this torment Gina stuck a couple of right-hand fingers in, just to get Val ready. She straightened up and moved her body in behind Valerie and her hand. It was time for some pretend-fucking, doggie-style.
Looking in from the corridor, this time invisible to Gina and Valerie, Caprica and Athena watched the lovemaking session. Caprica was in awe. Athena was watching intently but showed no surprise at what she was seeing.
As Gina started to push her hips into her hand and that hand into Valerie, Caprica finally found her voice. "I can't believe what I'm seeing…"
"You say that like you've never had sex with another woman," Athena said.
"Not with an Eight," Caprica said, "and not with that much energy with any partner."
"Then maybe you should have tried an Eight," Athena said. "You probably don't know what you're missing."
"Don't gloat, Thee. It's not becoming."
Athena chuckled. "I'm not gloating. Look at them, Caprica!"
"I have been for the past hour…"
"I don't mean as just a pair of naked bodies. See them as Humanoid Systems. Scan them and see how they're functioning right now."
Caprica thought it an odd request, but complied. It was an offshoot of a Humanoid Cylon's ability to project to able to see another humanoid as a complex machine and analyze it from an engineering standpoint. She analyzed Gina and Valerie. What she found made her say, "Frak me!"
Athena grinned. "See? I told you."
Caprica shook her head. "They're operating at 99.5% efficiency! That can't be right! No clone ever achieved any better than 97 percent on its best day!"
"And do you remember what we thought the problem was?"
"We thought we were missing Love. We thought it couldn't be replicated properly, so we set out to find it, make it come to us...but that didn't work! Whether we loved each other or humans, no matter how intensely, no clone ever operated that well! There was always inefficiency."
"But you just said yourself, you never had sex with an Eight. Think about it: Sol and Helen Tigh were lovers when they created us. If Love was that important to our function, don't you think they would have found a way to imprint us with perfect matches? Someone we're supposed to love? And why not match one creation with another?"
"So...you think Sixes and Eights were supposed to be together?"
Athena pointed back to the bed. "I present to you exhibits A and B. Gina and Valerie should be operating with the same deficiencies all the clones had, including you and me, but their Cylon bodies are running like Libran watches. Guess why."
"They were already in love with each other. Have been for years."
Valerie shrugged. "You explain it. What am I wrong about?"
Caprica shook her head. "All this time. All this frakking time...but...so much back then would have been different…"
"The important things would have remained the same. God would see to them, but I can't see him objecting to us being happy while he got on with his work."
"I suppose not. Sixes and Eights...together…" She turned away from the bedroom and stared at a bare wall. "Something to think about…"
"And pass on," Athena said, "when the time is right."
Caprica just nodded, then turned to walk down the corridor toward the shadows. Just before she reached them she stopped. Without turning back she held her hand out to the side. Athena grinned and trotted to catch up, then put her hand in Caprica's.
They smiled at each other, then disappeared together.
And in the bedroom, as Valerie recovered from the last of her orgasms, Gina swatted her on the ass and yelled in triumph, "AHA!"
"No spankings!" Valerie yelled. "And what's 'aha'?"
"I found out where the red light came from!" She tapped Val's spine with a finger and explained.
An hour later, Gina was back in her robe and standing in the base ship's control room with her hands dipped in the fluid of the y-shaped control station, marveling as the information she called up was projected directly into her eyes. She was so intent on the information that she almost missed it when Valerie came in and tiptoed over to stand on the other side of the console.
"Did you find everything you wanted?" Valerie asked.
"More than that," Gina said. "You wouldn't believe all the systems packed into this thing. And all of them are Cylons!"
Val shrugged. "Isn't that a given?"
"No, Val, I mean it's a community so deep that every single part of it is considered a member. If your cell phone was made of Cylon technology, other Cylon technology would call it 'Cylon', the way we'd call another human being 'Human.' To them, it's never just a machine."
Valerie thought about it. "Okay...so which one of the community members is making me hear Jimi Hendrix in my head every ten minutes?"
"Jimi Hendrix?"
"'All Along The Watchtower'."
"Ah! That's really interesting! Apparently the guitar riff in that song matches the tonals of the Activation Signal."
"What activation signal?"
"Well, humanoid Cylons were infiltrators, sometimes sleeper agents. The signal was broadcast on a sublingual frequency to wake the sleepers and get them to perform their missions. It's also an audio reminder that you're mental information to that moment has been backed up in the resurrection database."
"Like when Microsoft Word tells me all changes to a document are saved?"
"Yep."
"So I have to hear Hendrix every ten minutes until I die again?"
"Oh, you'll get used to it...and what you hear depends on what your mind associates with the tonals. I hear the Bob Dylan version."
"Dylan? Why?"
"It was his song, Val."
"Hendrix did it better, Gee...and he could actually carry a tune."
Gina huffed. "What-ever…"
Valerie smiled and said, "So how many Cylons are there aboard? I don't mean the whole community, just the self-mobile ones."
"That's still broad...it includes the Raiders and Heavy Radiers...even the Hybrid paired with the ship would count." She manipulated the display a little more, then, "Okay. There's over a thousand in various stages of repair, but the number of fully functional ones is four-hundred and thirty-three."
"Four-hundred and thirty-five."
Gina looked up at Val. "What?"
Valerie pointed at herself, then Gina.
Gina smiled. "Right. I forgot us. Four-hundred thirty-five." That was when she noticed Valerie was standing with her legs crossed. "You couldn't find it?"
Valerie huffed. "I found it. I just didn't want to use it. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned since the last time there were humanoids aboard."
"Oh." Gina manipulated the controls some more and checked the display. "Okay...bathroom cleaning is performed as part of the general maintenance sub-routine of the self-repair system. Of course, the self-repair system has been down since the previous Hybrid started malfunctioning, which was about...eww...five hundred years ago, give or take."
"Five hundred years? 'Eww' doesn't begin to cover it!"
"Well, the good news is now that the Hybrid's fully functional the self-repair system is fully back on line, including all its sub-routines."
"And the bad news?"
"Bathroom cleaning is done in a deck-by-deck process, and the process won't reach this deck for about two hours."
"Two hours?"
"It's a really big ship."
"Great," Val muttered, "I might as well hold it till we go back to Earth…"
"Speaking of, dear," Gina said, "how exactly are we supposed to go back?"
"What do you mean 'how'? Wait...don't tell me this thing really doesn't have space shuttles!"
"I don't mean in a technical sense, Val! I mean everybody we know thinks we're dead! How do we just fly back down and prove otherwise?"
"That's all that's bothering you?"
"It's not worrying you?"
Valerie looked away, chuckled a little, then turned back. "Gina, do you know what I was thinking when I shot myself?"
"I assume nothing good…"
"I was literally terrified at the thought of spending the rest of my natural life without you, and the only thing I could think to do was end my own life and hope I got to spend whatever afterlife there was with you...and low and behold, that's exactly what happened! I have absolutely no problem telling that story to anyone who will listen! Fuck them if they can't deal with it!"
"So, just tell everybody and let the chips fall?"
"I'd shout it from the mountaintops if I could."
Gina's eyebrows went up at that. "Actually...we're a lot higher up than a mountaintop right now." She went back to the control tank and worked to activate certain parts of the communication system…
A few minutes later, all around the Earth, every computerized device with a display and wireless access suddenly showed the head and shoulders of a pretty blonde woman wearing a white bathrobe. The sight didn't fail to draw the attention of everyone nearby, and after a few moments of silence the woman spoke:
"My name is Gina Sexton. I am a Cylon.
"A few days ago I was killed in the battle in Yakima, Washington. Then, earlier today, technology aboard the spacecraft currently in orbit gave me new life. The ship is also Cylon.
"First, I want to apologize to the loved ones of those injured or killed in the fighting in Yakima. That was an aberration, brought on by poor communication. The Cylons - We Cylons - mean you no harm. Our purpose here is peaceful. We need your help.
"Several of our number and the ship itself are in desperate need of repair, and many of the repairs can only be done with humanoid hands using resources that must be harvested from a life-giving star system. Our hope is that those among you with scientific and technical knowledge would be willing to help bring us fully back on line. Those who accept this task will bear witness to technological marvels only dreamed of in Earth's history.
"As I said, we come in peace, but we are still prepared to defend ourselves. Please, do not attempt violence against this ship or any of its people. We do not want a repeat of Yakima.
"In the coming days we will provide details concerning the technical expertise and resources we require. We will stay in your system only long enough to complete the repairs. After that, this ship will leave you in peace.
"Please consider our request. Thank you for listening."
Back aboard the base ship, Valerie smiled at Gina. "Very nice. Very Klaatu standing on the steps of the saucer."
"'We have created a race of robots'? Yeah, I had that in mind with the whole 'don't attack us' line. Okay...you're turn."
"My turn?"
"You're the one that wanted to shout from a mountaintop. Here's your chance. Touch your fingers on the contacts I'm touching in the water. When you can see yourself looking out at the world, you're on the air…"
On Earth, near pandemonium followed Gina's appearance and speech. News outlets around the world were in a scramble trying to gather facts. Governments were even more frantic. Emergency cabinet meetings were the rule of the moment.
And in all of this, it was almost missed when display screens everywhere now showed the head and shoulders of a pretty Asian woman in a white bathrobe, but no one missed it when she began to speak:
"My name is Valerie Ochoa. I am a Cylon."
SEVEN BILLION HUMAN BEINGS
AND FOUR-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE CYLONS.
SHARING A WORLD…
...CALLED EARTH.
