Love Override
“You’re everything to me.” The boy crooned. He nipped at Staton’s neck needily, his eyes half-lidded with carnal lust. The youth’s club attire left little to the imagination - his form fitting leggings made his arousal apparent, which he pressed up against Staton, like a dog in heat.
Staton smirked and pressed a kiss against the boy’s lips. He could hear the heated moan even over the noises from the nearby club. The two were alone in an alleyway, the only light a distant lamp and the glow of the boy’s implants.
“I love you, Staton. You’re perfect.” The last words were muffled as he slowly lowered himself to the ground, his face nuzzled against Staton’s crotch.
He still didn’t know the club kid’s name. Didn’t matter. Staton owned him now.
“Do you ever feel a little guilty doing this?” It was Germane. Somehow she always knew how to find him. And spoil his fun.
“Guilty? That implies I’m doing something wrong.” The boy didn’t notice, he was too busy unzipping Staton’s trousers. putting his mouth to work.
“Reprogramming memories? Changing people?”
“Its information. It can be restored. Besides, its a risk of this rich kids buying ‘the latest tech’. Memory engrams, thought augmentation? No security and all kinds of backdoors?
"Like opening a bank but not installing a vault and then expecting no one to help themselves…”