Immortyl Revolution: Sexy Cedric Interviews a Fully Functional Cyborg/ The Syn-En Solution by Linda Andrews Virtual Tour

Genre: SciFi with Romantic elements
Publisher: LandNa Publishing
Release Date: 4/27/12

Welcome to Sexy Saturday with Cedric! Today is definitely a first for me. I’ve interviewed shape shifters, vampires, werewolves, humans and hermaphrodite aliens, but I’ve never before interviewed a cyborg. Not that I have any prejudices. I’ve spent meaningful evenings and had deep—ahem—relationships with machinery.

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CM: Welcome! I do hope you’ll share a few spicy tidbits, my darling. Settle into my hot seat of love. Don’t worry--I never bite unless invited. Of course, it might present a challenge.

Please introduce yourself to the readers.

BY: My name is Beijing York and I am an Admiral in the Syn-En Fleet. The first Synthetically-Enhanced human to make Admiral in the 120 year history of the Corps.

My men and I are on a mission to settle the alien world of Terra Dos when I discovered a naked human female floating in my cargo bay. Her name is Nell Stafford and she claims to be from 2012. In the future we've colonized space but have yet to master time travel, so her story is a bit hard to believe. But there's not denying she's a bit odd even for an unenhanced human.

CM:Bei, why don’t you share a little about your vital statistics? What makes you such a mouth-watering object of desire? How do you differ from humans? Can you actually feel things? In other words, are you fully functional?

BY: I'm over six foot and of Eurasian descent. I differ from humans in that except for my brain and a modified biologic core, I am made up of interchangeable parts. I understand you biologics are constantly working to increase certain areas of your anatomy. Syn-En can shop for stronger limbs without lifting weights should we so desire. As for feeling things, I have extra sensors built under my synthetic skin that allow me to detect when a subject is telling lies.

Wait. What? Nell tells me you're asking about our sex life.

I find it odd that biologics are so fascinated with Syn-En habits. Sure, we don't have the same taboos as your society. Most of us use sex to blow off steam (some call them orgies) but quite a few of us set a period of time in which we are mate exclusively. We tend to stick with our own kind but a few of us, myself for example, enjoy the textures of human skin against my sensors. My Security Chief says I'm a skin addict. With skin like Nell's I'm quite happy to be so.

(Nell interrupts)

Nell: Ahem. Bei is fully function and that part of his anatomy doesn't require pills or pumps to be, um, used. Nor do I think any woman could, um, accommodate an upgrade.

CM: Sounds like my kind of man. Tell me a little about yourself—don’t spare any juicy details.

BY: Like many Syn-En, I was given by my parents to the government to pay for their debts. I was less than a year old at the time. As I grew, more and more of my biologic pieces were stripped away and with each promotion my upgrades became heavier and more specialized.

What?

Again with the sex thing. You should seriously consider have your mental subroutines checked. I believe yours is looping. Besides, last time I mentioned having slept with other biologics, Nell stalked off. It didn't matter that the encounters were before I'd met Nell...

CM: My dear, sex is my business. I'm a conduit of divinity. Well, lately I've been killing nasty vamps rather than sleeping with them. But I digress. Share a little of your fascinating world of the future.

BY: Fascinating? Maybe from where you sit. Nell is certainly fascinated by it. To me, this world settling represents one problem after another. Ships keep exploding and there's a saboteur on my ship. Plus my new mate (Nell) is hearing voices and sometimes speaks in a language that I've never heard called TV shows. Apparently, it's main adverb is MacGuyering.

CM:What are some of the unique challenges that face your species?

BY: Is that another sexual reference? Oh, I see you're talking about our space voyage. We're more than up to face any challenge. Indeed, if we find our upgrades are not sufficient, we'll create a new one. Of course, no one survives a cascade failure but all Syn-En are happy to ride the chariot (Nell: that's their saying for die) to keep humanity safe. It is who we are and it is a duty to serve.

Nell: But service is not the same thing as slavery. Right now, the Syn-En are slaves. Settling on this new alien world will emancipate them, set them free. Now, I just have to work on getting everyone to see passed their technology and see them as people.

CM: Ah, I understand. My kind practices slavery. I used to be a slave. Bloody awful life, let me tell you.

What do you look for in your ideal partner?

BY: I just look at Nell. She's never what I would have pictured for a mate. She talks. A lot. (Nell elbows him) But she sees me, not my upgrades and she's not constantly throwing it in my face that I'm not human.

CM: So Nell is the special someone in your life? She is simply ravishing.

She's special to everyone on the Planet. And I don't mean that in a good way. But if you're talking about sex, she's my mate. And the terms are everlasting. (Bei flexes his arm) Do you know the pressure at which biologic bones snap? I do.

CM: I've never measured, but I've snapped my share.
I’ve had my share of tumultuous relationships, but I must admit, I prefer those that present a challenge. Do you like someone who lets you take the lead, or do you like strong-minded lovers?

BY: In the relationship department, we are much alike. Most of the biologics wanted me to be in charge, sometimes forcefully. But with Nell, sometimes she's on top, other times I am. It is better that way, don't you think?

CM: What is your idea of the perfect evening? All great lovers have their trade secrets. How you create the perfect romantic atmosphere?

BY: A perfect evening would be with the Com off and Nell behind locked doors. It rarely happens but we're finding some nearby places to take the edge off. I don't create atmosphere but I can seal--

What?

Oh, for sex, you mean. Nell likes chocolate. A lot. It excites her and by touching her skin, I can share in the excitement. I like to taste my chocolate on Nell.

CM: Mmm...I love chocolate. Just ask Mia. Talk about a woman on top. Yow. Thanks for joining me today, Bei--and you too, Nell. It's been simply delightful. I'm always up for a threesome.

Nell and Bei are products of the fertile imagination of the lovely Linda Andrews. Read on to learn more about them and their adventures!

Linda Andrews:

Linda Andrews lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her husband, three children and a menagerie of domesticated animals. While she started writing a decade ago, she always used her stories to escape the redundancy of her day job as a scientist and never thought to actually combine her love of fiction and science. DOH! After that Homer Simpson moment, she allowed the two halves of her brain to talk to each other. The journeys she's embarked on since then are dark, twisted and occasionally violent, but never predictable.

Visit Linda's website at: http://www.lindaandrews.net/

A woman from the past. A cyborg with no future.
They have every reason to mistrust each other but one: survival.

When Nell Stafford passed out it was 2012. When she wakes up naked aboard a starship it's 2138, and she's surrounded by the Syn-En:
synthetically-enhanced soldiers with a grudge against humans like her. She
doesn't know where she is or what's happened, only that her life has been
destroyed and everyone she's ever known is dead.

Their leader Beijing York has just discovered his people's creators--humans--have betrayed them. They were promised freedom and equality in exchange for settling a newly discovered planet at the other side of a wormhole. But the Syn-En have outlived their usefulness.

The offer was a trick.

The wormhole has collapsed, and now both Nell and the Syn-En are trapped
far, far from Earth to face almost certain death.

Bei has lost his future, and Nell has lost her past.

But Nell gained something in her 120-year sleep; somehow, she knows
everything the Syn-En need to survive. Now she must convince Bei and his
people to trust her--as soon as she learns to trust the mysterious intelligence.

Excerpt

His gray eyes narrowed a fraction. "You want me to believe you're from over a century ago come forward in time to save us?"

"I don't expect you to believe it." Nell gulped as hysteria threatened to bubble out of her. She set her hand over his, knowing she wouldn't be able to stop him if he decided to strangle her but determined to try anyway.

"Honestly, I'm having a hard time thinking of this as anything other than a dream."

"Do you have proof?"

She snorted. "Where exactly would I put it?"

Soft as a caress, his gaze skimmed down and then up her body. "There are places."

Nell squeezed her legs together. "There better not be!"

His lips twitched. "Shang'hai found a data recorder on your life pod."

Feeling cold air against her teeth, Nell clicked her mouth shut. He deliberately let her think he planned a body cavity search. Should she take it as proof of a sense of humor or sadistic streak? She forced the
thoughts aside. "Shang'hai? You're talking about the pink haired woman who left with the box, right?"

"Yes."

"Well good. Then I hope we both get answers about how I got here."

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