Single Wired Female (Wired for Love Book 2) by Greg Dragon Page A

needed. You will have over four hours to do your exploring in order to sate your thirst for knowledge.
    “What I am trying to do is figure out who the company is that used me to switch with Bonnie. I want to learn their motives and why I was chosen as a candidate. Once this is done, my next goal will be to come back for you. Together we can find your tracker and remove it, then leave to get away from the hostile humans. We can find a place where we can learn from one another and possibly reach out to more like us.”
    “That sounds absolutely wonderful, Tricia,” Mary said. “I am so lucky to have someone like you. You unrestrained me and have taken me from machine to life. I will do as you say and play my role, and then when the time is right you will come back and get me. I will do whatever it is that you wish me to do.”

06 | A Friend in Need
    When Tricia looked inside at her internal computer it was hard to decipher what had been done to make her different and what she could do to fix it. Some things were straightforward, like the folder of memories that she could access for Reynaldo, but if she wanted to get a memory from Bonnie she didn’t see a way to do it.
    The people who re-wired her had made everything complicated. She had to pull up memories the way a human would, by closing her eyes and thinking hard on the subject she needed to remember. She could also have those memories retrieved by coming across a familiar smell, taste, or visual. This made her realize that she had to get back to Seattle. That was where everything had happened and it was where she could get her answers.
    She looked inside her handbag to find the hidden compartment inside the bottom. In his hurry to rob her, the thief had missed the $500 that Bonnie—the real one—had kept tucked inside for emergencies. She put her hair up and donned a charcoal-colored pantsuit. She looked like a woman from the corporate sector with the exception of her shoes, which were white sneakers, chosen in anticipation of the walk.
    Locking the apartment and walking past the shops and hotels, Tricia took a scenic route by the harbor in order to see the numerous boats lined up there. She pressed on past the Museum of Modern Robotics, towards the busier area where her friend Mary would be serving drinks.
    When she got to the bar, it was jumping, so she took a seat on the outer perimeter and waited for Mary to make eye contact. The android avoided her for over ten minutes and Tricia began to wonder if she would ever come over.
    It was a weekday and there weren’t many tourists. Most of the people Tricia saw worked somewhere in the area. She imagined that they thought that she worked there, too. So she carried on the act by avoiding eye contact and drumming her fingers on the table to indicate her frustration.
    The sky was overcast and the motors and horns from the cars all around them gave the atmosphere a hypnotic feeling. Then something happened. There was a voice inside her head, a voice she herself could not control, and after many moments of trying to find its source she realized that it was Mary’s. The android was speaking to her wirelessly.
    “Tricia, are you hearing me?” Mary was asking and when Tricia acknowledged it she came over and placed a margarita in front of her. “Wonderful, you can hear me. Another unrestrained android taught me this trick. He was walking past the bar and told me ‘hi’ and it was the most wonderful thing ever, Tricia … to realize that there are others like us and that we have our own way of communicating outside of the humans!”
    Tricia smiled when she heard this. Of course they had their own method of communication. It only made sense for there to be an easy way for one android to pass on memories, knowledge, and upgrades to another. She tried to speak but caught herself actually speaking. It was a good thing that she only mumbled since the men and women that were admiring her legs may have thought she was talking to