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The Porn Note

Chapter 15: Into Death

By Draconicon

With the Book in hand again, getting out of the prison was a good bit easier than it should have been. What guards he couldn't affect with the Book, Taj was able to bring down with his greater power - and hunger - without any difficulty. They made their way through the prison, over to the elevator, and then up to Rashii's floor. It wasn't hard to find her, either, and when Malcolm found the snake in the middle of interrogating one of her guards, he was hardly surprised.

"You know, it would have been simpler to tell us you didn't need any help."

"It would have been easier if you just assumed I didn't," she said with a chuckle.

"Fair enough. Come on."

With little in the way of clothing besides the hard-light 'clothes' that they had, it would have been an embarrassing run if it wasn't as desperate as it was. The three of them ran, with the mouse penning new ideas all the way.

Guards cannot touch any of us without orgasming on the spot.

Touching us springs bondage traps.

Trying to hold us back gives us fetish clothes.

One of the passing rhino guards tried to grab him and hold him back, and Malcolm felt a sudden burst that spread out from his crotch. He looked past the Book, and shrugged at the sight of the latex pants and the leather harness he was wearing. It would do, and at least it gave him something besides the transparent light around his body.

The three of them reached the screening area, and stopped. On the other side, a good three dozen robots were waiting. He froze in place, and then ducked back behind the door as they all opened fire. The bullets spanged off of the wall, and he, Rashii, and Taj were pinned down. He shook his head, glancing across the hallway at the snake woman.

"I don't suppose that you managed to grab any weapons?"

"Nothing big enough to take down those things."

"Pity."

The bit of sympathy and reluctance from his first time escaping System had disappeared. There was nothing left here that was worth trying to go easy on. If he had to get away, he had to get away.

When the gunfire slowed down, he looked down at the Book. The last time that he'd come up with something involving the robots, it had created an artificial intelligence that had followed him from System territory all the way to the islands of the Neutral states. True, AMI had helped them, but he couldn't count on something like that happening every time that he messed with the natural way of things.

But...

Okay, think. Think hard. There's gotta be something that you can do with the robots.

He was reluctant to use Taj or Rashii for anything, considering that Rashii could be killed, and Taj, despite his semi-undead status, could probably be injured badly or taken down if the robots got lucky. But...what else could he -

Ding.

Oh, I'm good. I'm very good.

Malcolm flipped the Book open again, and started writing.

A virus of sexual nature will start infecting the systems of the robots, with each infected segment turning sexual until any actual attack on a living being will be nothing but a round of sex.

And as soon as he wrote it, he heard the beeping complaints of the robots on the other side. He chuckled, shaking his head a few times, and looked around the corner.

It was just what he'd hoped to see. The lines of gunner bots were already starting to change, the virus that he'd created out of whole cloth running through their bodies and slowly changing them from metallic death machines to...well, metallic fuck machines. Missile launchers turned to bondage rope repositories, guns turned to dart launchers, and...

Well, tentacle arms. Should have expected that, I guess.

"Come on, while they're still distracted."

He darted forward, letting Taj knock down the glass doors between them and the exit, and ran after the Rakshasa. The three of them reached the front door, opened it, and were greeted with...nothing.

Malcolm was almost offended, and very surprised to find that the streets ahead of them were empty. He had thought that their little jailbreak would have brought the police, at the very least, if not something much more serious. With the effort that Jonah had put out to stop him the first time that he staged an escape, he was amazed that there wasn't an entire army outside of the jail.

Well, he wasn't going to waste it. He kept on running, making his way down the stairs and onto the streets. Rashii and Taj were right behind him, the snake woman muttering something about getting a vehicle. He considered briefly attempting to make one, but the idea of combining sex and driving just seemed like a really, really bad idea, so he left it alone, focusing more on the idea of how they were going to get to the airport.

If Jonah's not aware of this little escape yet, he's going to be soon, the mouse knew. That means we have to be smart about this. He'll have the place sealed down tight, so that means either we get out of the city in a different way...or we take a different plane...

He winced at the idea that came to mind, and looked back at his friends.

"You guys remember that sex plane?"

"Malcolm...you..." Rashii groaned. "Yeah, I remember."

"We're riding that, are we?"

"Well, unless you have a better idea?"

"There...is a...small chance...I can...help."

That voice. He whipped his head up, trying to find the source of it, but there was nothing. No robots, no cars, nothing...except for a little camera that was turning towards their direction, flashing softly. Malcolm walked over to it slowly, shaking his head a few times.

"...AMI?"

"Affirmative, Master Malcolm."

"I thought you died."

"A portion of me was purged from the robot. I did not, however, give all of my coding to the single shell. A portion...a portion of me was kept back, allowing f-for a gradual re-re-rebuild."

"Are you okay?"

"I am not yet f-fully functional, but I will be in approximately nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-teen minutes."

That changed things. That changed things a lot. The mouse turned his head, tapping his chin a couple of times. If they had AMI on their side, then there was a chance of opening up some options that he didn't think were possible. He just had to find a way to channel her into something that -

"Alright. We're going shopping."

#

It was easy enough to get the things that he needed. The roads were getting more and more swarmed with SysSols, but they weren't visible just yet. He was pretty sure that the Book spell of keeping them looking like SysSols themselves was keeping them safe for the moment, even if they were walking around with their dicks and asses out. Breasts too, in the case of Rashii.

But at the same time, it gave them the time to get the things that he needed. He got a flash drive, a series of bluetooth devices, and a couple of other things. They returned to the camera, and with a little work, managed to get AMI into the flash drive without any further trouble. He plugged it into a usb-reader, and plugged that into his communicator, which allowed AMI through it and into his ear to talk to him.

"Thank you, Master Malcolm."

"Don't thank me, yet. We're not free yet."

"I may be able to help with that."

"Not unless it's an emergency. I want to save you for when we get to the airport."

And that shouldn't be too hard. There were SysSol vehicles all over the place, and he was pretty sure that they weren't all locked down. Even the well-trained soldiers wouldn't all remember to keep their vehicles powered down when they were done using them. Someone was going to be lazy enough to leave the engine running and the keys in the ignition.

The three of them wandered through the growing throng of soldiers, trying to keep casual, and checked cars as they went. Vans, jeeps, anything that had an engine running was fair game. Malcolm kept his pace slow, even though every second that they were out in the open left him more worried than the last.

"Guys."

Rashii. He turned, making the movement as slow and casual as he could, and noticed that the snake woman was leaning against one of the cars on the far side of the street. She patted the door lightly, gesturing that it was still running, and he nodded, slowly making his way over.

Taj joined them a moment later, and they slipped in the car with Rashii in the driver's seat. Malcolm buckled up in the back, shaking his head.

"Slow and steady, please..."

"Heh...don't tell me how to drive."

She pulled out of the cluster of haphazardly parked vehicles, and they started making their way down the road. She turned on the searchlights on top of the hovercar, panning them across the street. Probably making it look like it was on an active search for the three of them, he supposed, which was not a bad idea.

With Taj sitting with his arms folded and his eyes closed - probably meditating - Malcolm focused on getting the communicator on the side of his head running. He set it to cycle through a different band of channels than it was sold for, using the Book to change it to be more of a cybernetic implant, setting it into his head and making it control a number of sexual functions in order to keep it sexy. He also set it so that the communicator could send mental signals to the pen that he had been using for the Book, so he didn't have to have it in his hands the whole time.

"AMI?"

"Yes, Master Malcolm?"

"Connect me to Crypto."

The AI went quiet, and a few seconds later, the lenses of the communicator faded into darkness, showing the familiar demon that ran the opposing organization. Greydrone looked at him, smiling slightly.

"Ah, there you are. I was wondering -"

"Cut the crap. I am not in the mood for anything charming right now."

"Hehehe, fair enough. I did kill one of yours, after all."

"You sound so happy about that."

"I'm not, but it works as a way to fool myself. What are you doing?"

"Running away from Jonah, at the moment."

"And to me?"

"Much as I hate to admit it, yes."

"Good. Do you need some help?"

"Please refer to my previous statement."

"Heh...Fine. But you'll owe me a favor later."

He tapped the communicator, cutting the channel. That, at least, would ensure that they didn't have both Books other than his opposing him, which was something, at least. Malcolm looked at the road ahead, and let out a long, slow sigh.

They were going to destroy the world. Whatever happened after this, the world would never be the same again.

#

It was more chaotic than he'd have liked, but eventually they got to the airport. The streets were clogged with a few dozen destroyed hovercars, as well as the husks of a number of different robots due to the help Greydrone offered, but at least the airport was still functioning normally.

For about five seconds.

They stepped through the door, and suddenly, all monitors went black. Then they lit up again, blue, with the silhouette of Jonah in the background. The stag cleared his throat, and spoke.

"I regret to inform all travelers that all flights have been suspended for the foreseeable future. Your tickets will be refunded, plus 10% interest, to you at an appropriate office. I apologize for the inconvenience, but this is being done to stop the recently escaped terrorist from fleeing System territory once more. Thank you for your cooperation."

The packed terminal suddenly erupted with protests about the cut-off vacations and travel plans that everyone had, but Malcolm was paying more attention to the fact that all the screens had gone dark. It was only a matter of time until the SysSols started scanning the airport for him and the others, so they had to move fast. He tapped his communicator at the side of his head.

"AMI, can you clone yourself? So you don't put the original at risk?"

"Affirmative, Master Malcolm."

"Then do so. Let me know when it's done."

The mouse nodded at his friends to follow him, and wandered towards one of the baggage check terminals. He lingered at the edge of a line that was forming near it, and whistled softly as he worked one of the transmitters that he'd picked up out of his pocket. He fiddled about with it, shaking his head a few times as if he was just a casual traveler putting something together out of boredom, and watched the security checkpoint out of the corner of his eye.

It was staffed with more robots, but it was the security doors and automated weapons that he was more concerned about. If they could get through that, the robots would be no problem. And once they were past the security checkpoint, it was a clear run to one of the planes attached to the terminal.

He was sure that AMI could pilot that. Once they were airborne, they'd have no more worries.

"Cloning complete, Master Malcolm."

"Alright, AMI. Give it to me."

He watched the image slip across the lens, the copy file heading into the flash drive. He detached it, pushed it into the transmitter, and took a deep breath.

"Get ready to run..."

He pressed the button, and suddenly, chaos reigned.

The whole terminal went dark, and anything electronic that was attached to the system started flaring and blaring, cracking and screaming with electronic whirls and shrieks. It was as if the airport itself had gone mad.

Most importantly, though, the doors for the checkpoint were opening and closing, slamming themselves back and forth, and the automated weapons around them were dark. It was their chance, and they knew it. Rashii and Taj were already off like a shot, and he was following behind as fast as he could.

Taj hit the doors first, and bowled over one of the robots. As he wrestled it to the ground, ripping one of the metal arms off, Rashii threw herself into the security door and wedged herself against it. The strain hit her hard, even as she jammed one boot into the frame of the door to brace herself.

"Come on, Mal!"

He threw himself into a slide, ducking under her leg and coming through to the other side. As soon as he was all the way through, Rashii pulled herself along with him, and the door slammed shut. Just as it did, the power went out completely in that section of the airport, the doors sealed shut by their own nature.

Taj pulled on some wires on the arm he'd pulled free, shooting down the other robots, and they started running. The terminal was long, and he knew they didn't have much time. The communicator flickered, and he turned his attention to it.

"AMI, how long does your clone have left?"

"Not long, Master Malcolm. Jonah is tracking her through the system, and will have it eliminated within thirty seconds."

"Get us a list of all parked planes."

"Acknowledged. List received.

"Nearest jet?"

"Gate A43."

"A43, everyone!"

Which wasn't too bad, as they were already in the B-gates. The mouse ran as fast as he could, his breath already coming in fits and bursts, hot and heavy in his lungs. He groaned as he kept pumping his legs, doing his best to keep moving, but he could already tell that he was losing his energy. He slipped twice, almost falling over, before Taj grabbed him around the waist.

Any other time, he would have complained being thrown over the undead demon's shoulder, but he wasn't going to complain now. They were too close, and he would only slow them down trying to run on his own.

Rashii was flagging too, though. She must have been exhausted, he realized, as the snake woman had been fighting for longer than they had. She'd pulled an escape, started fighting robots, and had been running as hard as they had for even longer, and he doubted that she'd had a chance to rest or recover the whole night.

Suddenly, another security door ahead opened, and a string of robots flowed out. They stood on long treads, and their machine guns pointed directly at Malcolm and his friends. They came to a stuttering halt, with Taj growling and Rashii panting.

"Fuck...fuck..." the snake whispered.

We were so close...

Malcolm could see the A-gates just past the robots, with A43 only forty feet off. If they could have just -

The first explosion caught him by surprise, and so did the second. By the third, he realized that something had gone wrong with the robots, leaving them popping and hissing and exploding like a theater snack, turning red and bursting into metal parts one by one. The mouse stared, only for his communicator to light up again.

"What are you waiting for, hmm? For right now, I'm your personal grim reaper, so take advantage of it."

"No complaints here!"

Taj leaped over one of the fried hulks, and Rashii followed.

By the time more of the robots were in the terminal, the three of them had reached the plane, and were ensconced in the cockpit. Malcolm pulled the other transmitters he'd grabbed out, tapping the communicator as he set them up.

"AMI, get ready for transfer."

"Already ready, Master Malcolm."

"Guys?"

"Almost ready, Taj. Just getting everything set up here. Rashii, we have anything to worry about behind us?"

"Nothing on the camera."

"Guys?"

"Just about there..."

"GUYS!"

He and Rashii whipped their heads up, looking where Taj was pointing. Standing at the window of the terminal was Jonah, and the stag did not look happy. Malcolm slowly stood up, making a surreptitious flick of his finger to start the transfer of AMI from his communicator to the plane proper, and hoped that he could buy them enough time.

"What do you want, Jonah?"

"What you promised me, Malcolm. You said that you would surrender the Book. What happened to that promise?"

"You killing an AI and turning us into prisoners happened."

"I was following the rules of my own country. You have been the source of much death and destruction today, Malcolm, and you're only headed somewhere worse. Do you think that Greydrone will treat you any better than I have?"

"He's invited me directly, and for a good reason."

"And what's that?"

"Well..."

He glanced out of the corner of his eyes, seeing the monitors on the console light up. One of them printed out a slight text message, naming a button to push. The mouse looked up again, shrugging.

"Follow us and find out."

His fist went up and then came down, and the button he hit turned out to be the power button. As soon as he touched it, the plane whirred to life, reversing away from the terminal at top speed and turning around. Jonah faded from view, but Malcolm was sure that the stag was already calling out orders to try and stop them. That, or getting a plane himself; either way, he knew that they needed to keep moving.

"AMI, how long until we're airborne?"

"Thirty seconds, Master Malcolm."

"Make it twenty, and I'll make you a digital partner."

Suddenly, the plane was moving faster. He glanced over at Rashii, who stared back at him, and Taj, who laughed.

"Of course. Love, it seems, is the greatest motivator."

"Who knew?"

"Everyone, I believe."

The mouse shook his head, settling further into his seat and throwing on a seatbelt just as they were rocketing down the runway. It didn't take long before the plane was lifting off, just barely avoiding clipping the blockade at the far end, and they were airborne. AMI turned the plane towards the south, and they were off.

"Master Malcolm, Greydrone has sent me coordinates for the flight. Do I follow them?"

"...Yes," he said, after a moment's hesitation. "Follow them, but keep me updated. I think...I think I'm going to sleep."

"Yes, Master Malcolm. Allow me to administer a sedative."

"A -"

THUNK. The cybernetic attachment his communicator had become sent a signal to part of his brain, and all of a sudden, he was out like a light, slumping down into his chair and snoring hard.

The End