The year is 2165. The fifth world war just ended. It didn't end so much as it came to a draw. They bombed us, and we bombed them. Drones were battling drones. AIs were directing all the battles. Lives were still lost as the bombs hit and battle cyborgs caused damage on the ground.

For some unknown reason, everything just stopped fighting at once. Drones on both sides just stopped responding. The battle cyborgs simply stopped fighting and stood still. The drones landed and wouldn't move. One of the drones fired its last shots before coming back to the ground. That shot hit another drone, and it crashed near me. The bombs it was carrying detonated in a tremendous flash of light and angry noise. My world went black.

When I woke up, my body hurt, and my brain was confused. I couldn't move.  I couldn't open my eyes, I couldn't speak, and I couldn't hear.  My brain felt like part of it was missing. I thought to myself, "Am I dead?" That would have been a blessing. Like all bombs, the ones on that drone were designed to maim people and destroy property.

Somehow, it felt like someone touched the side of my head, and my eyes barely started seeing. I could hear a lot of noise I had never heard before. I could see wires running everywhere from me. Reality hit me. I was in the cyborg lab. My father never allowed me in here, but I knew what took place here. The lab is where cyborgs are created.

A man in a long coat walked around me and checked me out. I couldn't feel his touch, but I knew he was making contact with me. He said, "Oh, good, you are awake. All vitals appear normal." He could see I was confused and scared. While I knew where I was, I thought my father wouldn't have allowed this to happen to me.

In a commanding voice, the man said, "AI 116 activate."

My brain buzzed like it was rebooting. My vision went dark again, my hearing went silent, and then my vision and hearing returned.  My brain felt complete, and my hearing and vision were better.  The man looked at me and said, "Try to sit up."

A million things coursed through my brain. I heard motors start and saw artificial limbs start to move. I saw an artificial arm move to brace me and push me up.  The man kept saying, "Good, excellent. How do you feel?"

Before I answer that, let me tell you a little about myself.  I was born after the end of the Fourth World War, eighteen years ago. My family produced drones and cybernetics of all types.  Some of the cyborgs tended crops, built buildings, put out fires, and augmented the military. The drones we produced delivered supplies, fought air battles, and more.

More about the before me, people considered me a pretty girl. I learned the family's business and actually helped it grow. Part of that growth was the military drones and augmented cyborgs that fought the Fifth World War. 

I had long blond hair and brown eyes; I was five feet, four inches, and weighed a hundred and ten pounds. I had a shapely figure.  I am saying things in the past tense here because, when I stood up, my height had increased and my breasts looked augmented. When I was asked to step on the scale, they measured me at five feet, eleven inches, and the scale topped three hundred pounds.

The man in the lab coat laughed and said, "You aren't fat, and we'll work on getting your weight down."

All of a sudden, my world went black again, and I crashed to the floor.  The last thing I heard was, "Damn, AI 116 reboot." In what I thought was a minute or so, I heard, or rather felt, a buzzing in my head.  My vision cleared, and my hearing returned.

The man was standing over me, smiling. "Welcome back.  You have been shut down for a week."

I looked at him and said, "What the hell do you mean, 'shut down'?" Before he could answer, I remembered I am a cyborg and proclaimed, "Shit!" I thought I knew what that meant for me.

He looked at me sternly and answered, "Your brain is half AI. All of your limbs, your ears, and your eyes are all AI-controlled prosthetics." I actually saw my eyes focus on a figure standing at the door. He was familiar, yet not so familiar.

I gasped. "I don't remember authorizing any cyborg enhancments. Who controls the AI?" I knew the answer, or at least I thought I did. Anyone who agreed to becoming a cyborg signed a contract giving my father's company complete control of the AI and in return the human parts.

He patted me on the shoulder and in a very low voice whispered, "Actually, you do. I made sure you did."

I heard in my head, "AI 116, at your command." My real brain thought, "That's not normal." I was confused because, as a cyborg, my life should no longer be under my control.

I screamed, "I am a damn cyborg!"

The man sighed and spoke in a whisper, "We prefer artificially enhanced humans, but yes, you are a cyborg."

I screamed, "A damn cyborg. Now what will happen?" I thought I knew that answer too.

The man spoke again. "Please don't speak so loud. Your father authorized the enhancements, he didn't authorize the change I made. AI 116, increase strength." I suddenly felt myself get stronger.  I sat up straight, and he put his hand on my chest.  I could barely feel him touching my breast, but I could see where his hand was. I was powerless to stop him. Was this man actually feeling up my breast? I could see him caressing my breasts.

He continued, "AI 116, increase vision and hearing." Suddenly, I could hear his heartbeat. I could hear the man at the door breathing, and his heartbeat was rapid. I thought he might have a heart attack.

Once again, the lab man spoke. "AI 116, enable tactile sensors and interface human touch responses." I suddenly could feel the heat from the man's body and the chill of the room. Now I could feel where his hand was, and honestly, it felt pleasant. I felt my artificial legs and arms.

Lastly, he whispered with a sad smirk, "You know what comes next. I won't do it unless you approve. Your father's orders say I have to, but I really don't want to obey this order."

I knew every cyborg my parents' company ever produced had an enhanced libido that wasn't a choice. The joke around here was that they were field hands, medics, and soldiers by day, and pleasure workers by night. It was deemed a way to pay off the cyborg parts. The AI was programmed in every possible way to pleasure full humans. They did that job well; the humans paid well for the pleasure, and that reportedly helped pay for the cyborg enhancements.

I looked at the man and growled, "Just do it. Get it over with."

He sighed and said, "Yes, ma'am. AI 116, activate increased libido." 

I suddenly felt hornier than I had ever been. I looked at the man with lust in my eyes. I could smell his horniness. That smell just made me hornier. He had an elevated heart rate and increased breathing. His blood flow was rushing to his manhood. I could sense it all.  The pheromones I was releasing affected him and everyone in the room.

He choked as I stood up and ran my hand between his legs. I could feel him responding. I couldn't control what was happening to me. I smiled at him and moaned, "I know I can't control what comes next, but I hope I will at least enjoy it."

Surprisingly, he said, "Actually, you can. You can stop or continue anytime you want. I designed your libido as more of a weapon."

I looked at him and asked, "I can? What? Do you want me to stop?"

Again he sighed and whispered, "Do it, so he sees," and he pulled down his zipper.

He pulled out his rapidly stiffening manhood. I got down on my knees and used skills I never had.  He wasn't the first man I ever tasted, but he tasted different, better. I heard the door to the lab close, and the man by it left. I guess he thought my transition was complete. I was doing what cyborgs were programmed to do. He saw me mindlessly pleasing a human, except I wasn't so mindless.

My body responded to what I was doing like it never had before. What happened next, I never expected.  The man said aloud, "AI 116, please switch to non-verbal mode. Respond only to her."

My AI brain simply responded, "Commands complete."

I saw the man's eyes widen as I smiled, tore off the man's pants, and threw him on the lab bed. I wrapped my hand around his ample package, jumped up on the bed, and straddled his lap. All my senses were hyper-tuned. I needed him inside of me.

When I finally settled down on the man's lap, my cyber brain was feeding me all the things I could do to please this man.

I started to gyrate my hips, and each time he slid out of me and back in, I felt my pleasure increase. I hadn't climaxed yet, but I was already past any pleasure I ever had as a full human. I dug my nails into his chest as I continued to ride him.

Soon I could sense him getting ready to release, so I stopped. I clamped my muscles around him. He groaned and grunted, almost begging me to loosen up.  I waited until I felt his climax subside, and I started to ride him again.

This time, I felt every nerve I had left in my real body trigger. I screamed profanity like I never did before; my back arched and my eyes rolled back. I have had orgasms before, but they paled compared to the one I just had. I wanted more; I needed more. I took more.

He grunted, "Yes," as I relaxed my muscles and started riding him again. I could see why non-augmented humans paid so much for sex with a cyborg. I could see why the cyborgs didn't really argue about the work, though I knew they couldn't.

Again, I could feel him getting ready. Again, I stopped and clamped down on him as he groaned, "Ohhh, please let me finish."

Again, another orgasm flowed over me. I am sure the whole building heard me regale how good this man felt in me. 

I relaxed my muscles and started riding him again. This time, I didn't stop as I felt him getting ready to empty inside of me. His belly flexed, his balls drew up, and I felt him swell and start to pulse. I screamed with another orgasm as I felt his seed coat the inside of me.

My body shook on top of him as I screamed out more profanity. I moved up his body. I could feel his pulse increase.  I felt him stiffen again. His grunting was muffled by where I was sitting.

I released my grip on his head, causing it to drop. He was breathing hard and moaned, "So damn good."

I laughed as I jumped off the lab table. I thought to myself, "Well, Father, you managed to create a sex-crazed cyborg, but not the way you wanted."

I looked in the mirror for the first time. The right side of my head was covered in white metal, and blinking lights. My real breasts were bigger, and my still-human torso was flat and taut. My legs and arms had the same featureless white metal look as the side of my head. I still had wires attached everywhere. If I really am in control of what I have become, this look needs to change.

The man sat up on the lab bed and said, "You didn't need to do what you did. You have the ability to turn off your libido. Just so you know, you have body armor and integrated weapons." 

I looked at him as I thought to the AI in me to decrease my libido.  I said, "Why the damn weapons and what do you mean my libido is a weapon?" 

He replied, "We don't believe the war is actually over. I made you one of many enhanced humans capable of combat and more." 

I growled at him, "Combat? Do you remember who I am?" 

He laughed, waved his hand, and said, "None of this is your father's idea. He didn't think you'd be able to control your AI. I modified it so you could. Most of us are loyal to you and not him."

I bent down, triggered my pheromones, picked him up, and slammed him on the table we came off of.  I spoke, "Combat and sex. What else did he think I was supposed to perform?" 

He was panting, and he moaned, "He wanted you dead, but since you didn't die, everything normal humans wanted you to perform." 

I laughed as I increased my grip on his neck. I said, "How did that work out?" 

He groaned and said, "Not so good for your father, but for me, it worked out pretty damn good."

I let go of him and found the promised body armor.  I remembered who the man at the door was. My loving father. Even worse, my AI reminded me why he turned me into a cyborg. I was going to report him to the authorities.

My AI even reminded me about the two drones that actually got me here.  They were both made by the company I helped design.  One of our drones shot down another of our drones. I was about to expose the owner for fraud and treason.

Since I didn't die as he hoped, turning me into a mindless cyborg would have still eliminated the threat I was to him.  My dear dad didn't count on people being loyal to me. He did not anticipate that those people would transform his daughter into a warrior cyborg.

Every sense of my being went into hunter mode.