“Manual flight mode!” Amy shouted her order to Venus, giving the AI assistant her command. She looked around at her husband, who gave her a displeased stare, which she ignored. When Amy selected manual flight mode, the steering wheel emerged from the dashboard but it had the design of an aircraft’s control column which pilots called a Yoke. “Please use the manual flight controller to steer the vehicle. You can still use the acceleration pedal to propel the vehicle. To apply the vehicle’s braking system, squeeze the paddle shifters on each side of the steering column. If you would like to activate a feature, then just tell me, Venus, and I will assist you.” Venus announced her instructions with a friendly, bubbly tone in her digitized, human-like voice. Amy had to let go of her husband’s hand once again, placing her hands on the flight steering column. She pulled up on the steering column when she thought the Camaro’s undercarriage was about to scrape the roof of a tr

Amy brought her Camaro to a drive-by crawl in mid-air. She brought the muscle car’s thrusters closer to the highway to see if she could get near the armored truck’s rooftop. Amy’s next move was gutsy. “Okay Babe, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna jump on the roof of the truck, and I need you to keep the car steady for me. You think you can do that?” Amy asked her husband while unfastening her seatbelt. Bryan nodded with a question mark on his face. “You’re gonna jump down on the truck while it’s moving?” Bryan wanted to make sure he understood what his wife was intending to do. When the realization dawned on him, he almost objected to his wife jumping out of the car, but he gained control of his anxiety. Bryan watched as his wife brought the Camaro down close to the armored truck’s roof. “I know what I’m about to do is dangerous, but I have to do this. It’s the only way I can save our baby,” Amy told her husband while rubbing her sweaty palms across her lap

2Pac kissed Amy all over her neck and down her chest. He had his hands massaging her hips and her slender waist. Amy didn’t know that the reason the cyborg showed an attraction toward her is that she looked identical to his master, Irena. Irena programmed 2Pac to show affection toward his creator. In 2Pac’s mind, since Amy looked like Irena, his cyber neuro inputs told him he was making love to his master. Amy became thunderstruck when 2pac slid his chrome silver lips down near her cleavage. She was lost, but she continued to play along with 2Pac and she stroked her fingers across the mechanical man’s smooth, metallic bald head. Amy feared 2Pac would undress her in front of her child. She had to stop him. While caressing 2Pac’s head, Amy looked over at her son, who sat on the floor with confusion in his little bright eyes. Omar was scared for his mom. He wanted to help her. The little boy was smart and he could see what 2Pac was doing to his mo

FBI Agent Hernandez tried to wake Amy when he heard loud beeping emitting from the virtual reality goggles on her face. The agent jumped back, and he almost fell on his butt when Amy leaped forward suddenly. The young man tried to calm Amy down when she swung her fists at him and started screaming. Agent Hernandez grabbed Amy, keeping her in a tight embrace with one arm while ripping off her VR goggles. Agent Hernandez wasn’t the only one inside the hospital room. There were four nurses inside the room, surrounding Amy. Amy struck one nurse in her face when she tried to grab her. She stood inside a laser square that was right next to her hospital bed. The red laser square was a proximity indicator for the video game, and no one could step inside the proximity indicator while Amy played the game. Amy wore a flesh-colored ventilated haptic feedback suit beneath her low-cut denim dress. The skin-tight suit didn’t feel uncomfortable beneath Amy’s d

The gunman awoke from his trance when the hospital room’s door opened. His dead eyes brightened when he saw Amy step into the room, with Agent Jane and Agent Vernon behind her. “I knew you’d win the game! My God, you’re so beautiful! I wish I could make you my wife!” The gunman spoke to Amy with a twisted zeal in his deep voice. His lustful eyes scanned the pregnant mother’s body from head to toe. Amy didn’t speak to the gunman. She stood at a safe distance from him while protectively keeping her hands over her belly. When Amy walked into the room, her inner voice told her it was a bad idea. The ignited flame grew brighter when Amy looked around and saw Agent Drake and Agent James. She placed her hand over her mouth after walking up to Agent James and seeing the damage to his face. “I know it looks bad, but I’ll be fine.” Agent James told Amy. He watched as she gazed up at him with a burning concern in her eyes. Amy bit her bottom lip a