I'm a Cyborg's Pet (girl X cyborg)

Chapter 48/Him/Turn left past Oblivion

A/N Photo had messages asking what a hobble skirt  from the previous chapters was.

Please forgive the spellings/grammar - we are following the just write it mantra!

The next morning I felt terrible. Waking up with an Oblivion hangover feels like someone has driven over you in a dump truck full of needles and pin. Reversed back trying to make sure your road kill, then dumping the needles and pins on you.

My body hurt and now didn't feel good about it. My head felt someone had left my skull in the wash and it had shrunk. Finally and worst of all I felt trapped without the possibility of escape. It was as if hope had packed up its bags in disgust, thrown the house keys at me and said it was going to stay with its mother for like, ever. Added to that I felt that ring of burning on my spine where he had thingyed me again. I thought, the coal bag only thingyed you once? I felt like one of those toys where the battery has run down but if you nudge it there is still has enough power to rattle for a few seconds before finally slowing  until still again. It was hard to tell what was champagne, what was thingying and what was my temporary perfume addiction. I woke up my mouth was as dry as the embers of a hundred burnt love letters. I craved obedience, not good.

Against all that, I had woken up in his arms and it made me feel like I had armour against the world's worst problems. The fact I felt safe with him was possibly the most disturbing aspect of all. I was sleeping with a shark who was waiting for a sign of caring for him like blood. One small cut of affection and the feeding frenzy would begin. He rolled over and smiled.

"What are you thinking about?" he said his body next to mine.

"It's complicated. I was wondering about the best way to kill you in your sleep." I lied. "What are you thinking about?"

"It's complicated is that your third question?" he said.

"No," I said smiling.

"OK, I'll tell you anyway, for free. I was just thinking about the debate they are currently having in the robot house of Congress. They've come back to the issue of what language all slaves should speak. They narrowed it down to 6 options."

"Which are?"

"Well at number 6 there is some kind of purpose-built language which the machines would invent. That didn't work well last time" he said.

"Why not?"

"They wanted everyone to talk in a kind of audio binary. It was like ba ba da ba da da they couldn't get slaves to speak the simplest phrases. Even took five minutes to say yes master" he smirked.

"OK so not some machine invented language, "I said.

"5 Sign language. Turns out it's less universal than most spoken languages, they could pick one. The robots didn't like the idea of a slave not being able to say yes master when carrying something. Also too poetic. Not enough subservient words. They did like all the word signs the deaf have for the non-deaf people like 'those hearing b*****ds' and this one" said Rockwood moving his hands.

"Which means?"

"Music loving, patronising, b*m ******ing condescending hearing c******s who think they are so clever simply because they can listen to Barry Manilow" he said.

I laughed, covering my mouth for some reason and getting a whiff if my own lavender scented breath.

"You're supposed to say LOL" said Rockwood.

"People don't say LOL" I said

"It's the Algorithmic age people say LOL," he said. Obviously thingying me put him a good mood, the sooner I became 50% armadillo the better.