Blackened Code

A loud bang rings out from the city checkpoint as a metal fist smashes into a steel beam. The tall female guard stands over a frightened white man who is just an inch away from where her fist hit the wall. The woman leans forward with a devilish grin and swings her long blonde hair to the side so she can stare into the scrawny man’s terrified eyes.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice that card, didn’t you? You might’ve fooled those old machines, but not me. Now let me scan it. You can say no though, but that’ll just give me an excuse to scramble that pathetic brain of yours.” The woman lifts up her jacket to grab some cuffs and reveals that she has barely any armor covering her smooth white body.

The man can’t help but look away from her eyes to get a clear view of her cleavage that leaves very little to the imagination. She takes his hesitation as a sign of resistance and quickly jams her metal augmented leg into his crotch before jamming an electrified finger into the man’s cybernetic ear, sending a shock straight to his brain. He twitches and screams until his body goes limp and the light in his eyes flickers before fading.

“Pathetic. Are all the men in this city just weak losers lookin for a glimpse of some tits or ass. Hey! You two!” She grabs the slumped over man by his head and tosses him over to two other guards. “Take this idiot to a cell before he reboots. I don’t wanna hear him cry about me breaking that artificial junk between his legs. Fuckin this would’ve shattered if I had just flicked it.” The woman zips up her vest halfway and leans against the terminal as a few other people scan their cards and pass through.

Meanwhile, two black men watch the incident on a holographic projection. The larger of the two, a tall muscular man with a variety of tattoos along his arms and some on his chest that are barely covered by a tight tank top, is examining a strange card that looks similar to the ones being used at the checkpoint. The other man, a younger and smaller guy with a tattoo on his shoulder that matches one of the tattoos on the larger man, is nervously staring at the checkpoint.

“Th-That’s the white chick you told us about?! She’s a monster. Just looking at her is enough to make me want to run. Seriously, her cyber arm and leg is legit high-tier military grade tech! They’re practically military secrets! Oh man, who knows what kind of tech she has in her head.” The nervous guy turns around and takes a few deep breaths. “Hey, Boss. What’d you say that her name is?”

“Evata. Remember, James, I told you just to call me Tyrone.” Tyrone flips the card in his hand.

“Right, sorry. Wait, Evata the Bloodhound?! No offense, but are you insane?! She’s the bitch that puts death row inmates through hell before actually sending them to hell! Why do you want her?! I mean, sure, she has an amazing body and those tits are definitely DD, but her attitude is a fucking nightmare! Why is the most dangerous executioner working at a fuckin district checkpoint anyways?!”

“Calm down. Word on the street is she’s tryin to settle down. Even got a nice house at the top of one of them hills where those corporate fuckers live.” Tyrone smiles as he looks over at James.

“No fuckin way.”

“Yep. She’s livin the good life up there, but if all goes as planned, I’m gonna be livin better and finally have myself a woman worth my time.” Tyrone flips the card in his hand as he stands up. “You sure this little virus is gonna work?”

“Positive. She won’t even know she’s infected once it’s uploaded.” James nods with certainty.

“And you’re sure this isn’t just gonna turn her into something like one of those braindead androids?”

“She’ll basically be the same. She might have a little confusion if you affect her decisions too much, but that shouldn’t be much of a problem.” James starts to ramble on about the code, but stops when Tyrone pats his shoulder and begins walking towards the checkpoint.

“Good. If it works as well as you say, then I’ll personally help you get whoever you want if you need my help. See ya later.” Tyrone walks away and gets in line to pass through the checkpoint. Once he gets to the terminal, he blocks part of the card to make sure it causes an error. He looks over to see Evata walking towards him.

“Alright, punk. Scan your card again.” Evata crosses her arms and stands next to the terminal while Tyrone scans his card again. Once again, there’s an error and Evata kicks the machine with her regular leg. “Stupid piece of junk!”

“Damn, girl. You put a nice dent in that without using dat sexy piece of cybertech.” Tyrone smirks as he watches the impact of Evata’s kick cause her thick thigh and voluptuous breasts to jiggle.

“Ugh, another one, really? Just shut up, shitskin, and I’ll scan your card. If I’m lucky, this’ll be another fake and I can beat the shit out of ya.” Evata grabs the card out of Tyrone’s hand. Her eyes glow as she scans the card.

—Name: Tyrone Ca*ERROR* Master *ERROR*

—Permissions: Non*ERROR* Full access *ERROR*

—Installation of *ERROR* Complete.

—Bla*ERROR*cked Code override…*ERROR* Confirmed.

Tyrone grins slightly as some text flashes in his eyes.

—Upload of Blacked Code to Evata: 100%

—Access of Evata: Granted

—WARNING!!! All alterations will be permanent!

—Please enjoy.

“What the hell is thi-” Evata’s eyes darken for a second before they begin glowing again. When she looks back at Tyrone, he can see a faded spade symbol in each of her eyes. “What the hell is this crap?! Hey! Rookie! Get over here and take-” She pauses for a split second. “Get over here and take my place! I’m going to punish this black punk for a mome- Nah, I’m ending my shift now. I’m gonna take my time punishing this bastard.” Evata takes Tyrone by the arm and leads him to a fancy car parked behind the guard post instead of one of the police trucks. She also doesn’t put any restraints on him, so he’s able to relax in the back seat while she drives.

“Sweet ride ya got here. So, how’s this new kind of life treatin you?” Tyrone stretches and sets his feet on the back of the passenger seat while he reclines back.

“Shut up, you cocky ape. I don’t need to tell you anything about my secluded house in the hills where I relax when I decide not to work.” Evata doesn’t realize she’s still answering Tyrone.

“Oh, so you only work when you want to?” Tyrone raises an eyebrow.

“Duh. I don’t need to work since I made a fortune putting scum like you through hell. I only work whenever I want to beat up some lowlife. That gives me plenty of time to spend with my fiance.”

“Fiance? I never would’ve guessed you had a fiance. What’s he like and why aren’t you wearing a ring?”

“The ring gets in the way when I’m punching and it’s honestly just a cheap piece of scrap metal. As for what he’s like, he’s way different than you, that’s for sure. He doesn’t have any cybernetic augments that make him look stronger than he actually is. He’s also a natural cutie, so I kinda just want to make him my pet.” Evata stops the car once they’re in the driveway of her home. “We’re home? Why did I- Oh, right! House arrest. I was gonna lock you up at my place so I can punish you whenever I want.” She lets Tyrone out of the car and leads him into her house where her fiance greets them.

“Eva?! You’re home early- Wait, who’s that?!” A slender young man stands up with a surprised look on his face.

“Oh, Nez. You’re here. Don’t worry, Dear. He’s just some black thug I caught and decided to keep so I could have some fun punishing him instead of waiting around at work.” Evata pats Nez’s curly blonde hair to comfort him before leading Tyrone away. “I’m just gonna go lock this guy up somewhere, so don’t mind me.” She walks up the stairs with Tyrone and leads him to the large master bedroom. “I was planning on keeping you in the gym room, but keeping you here would make it so much easier to get to you whenever I want to have some fun.”

Tyrone sits on the king size bed while looking at his new bedroom. “Damn, you really are livin good here. By the way, is that little white twink really your fiance? Calling him a man is one helluva stretch. No wonder you call him a pet.” Tyrone pauses for a moment and grins. “Hey, give him this for me. It’s thanks for letting me have his house and girl.” He tosses Evata the virus card he used on her earlier.

“Huh, don’t think this sudden gift will save you from getting punished. Stay here and get ready to suf- Whatever, just make yourself at home until I get back.” Evata looks a little confused by what Tyrone said about having Nez’s house and girl, but she also isn’t sure why she told Tyrone to get comfortable. As Evata leaves the bedroom, Tyrone lays back on his new bed and stares up at the ceiling. Meanwhile, Evata goes downstairs to give Nez the card.

“You’re keeping that criminal in our bedroom?! Why?! What’s gotten into you?!” Nez looks like he’s about to burst into tears.

“Well, it’s just easier to get to him there, I guess. Think of it like a midnight snack, but instead I’ll be punishing him.

“You keep saying that you’ll punish him, but you have told me anything about what you’re actually planning to do!”

“Oh relax. I’ll just do what I’d do to any other big, strong, black thug. Although, I’m not really sure what that is yet. Oh and I know how much you hated listening to me when I beat up inmates back at that prison, so you can just sleep in the guestroom. I just hope I don’t wake you up if, in the middle of the night, I decide to punish Mast- What was his name again? Oh yeah, Tyrone.” Evata pauses before pulling out the card she was given and hands it to Nez. “Speaking of, Mr. Tyrone asked me to give this to you. He said it’s a gift for giving him something, but I can’t remember. Well, it’s getting late, so I’m gonna go punish Mr. Tyrone and get ready for bed. Goodnight, Dear.” She leans over and kisses Nez on the cheek before leaving to go back up stairs. However, Nez doesn’t react at all as he stands still for a moment after scanning the card.

—Upload of Blacked Code to Nez: 100%

—Access of Nez: Granted

—WARNING!!! All alterations will be permanent!

—Please enjoy.

Tyrone smiles as the familiar text appears in his eyes. “Good. For now, let’s just have you listen through the wall.”

—Nez doesn’t trust Evata and will eavesdrop through the wall.