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

Chapter 2/Enjoyed your suffering? Why not like us on Facebook?

Authors Notes (A/N) Picture photo of Jenny. Video - in case you wondered what the last days of the man-machine war looked like.

The Three health and saftey Laws of Robotics burnt into every machines brain.

1. A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.

2. A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.

 3. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.

To which most later researchers add the zeroth law. 

0. A robot may not harm humanity, or, by inaction, allow humanity to come to harm. All laws 1 to 3 are subservient to this.

Another researcher added the 1.5 law 

1.5 A robot must not build or through inaction allow to be built a robot which does not follow the laws of robotics. 

Jenny's POV.

"Welcome to the KCK torture system built by Paradise Defence Industries," said the screen hanging above me. I woke up,  I was on my back, strapped firmly to a table and stuck in a tube about the size of a cylindrical coffin. The screen was showing some promotional video with the words "Skip advert in 10 seconds," on it, yet no way to click it.

""In the growing, automated torture race, Paradise Defence Industries has emerged as a market leader in automated interrogation. The KCK torture system machines can continue indefinitely all day and all night, the electronic induction of pain is safe so people do not die during interrogation. Thanks to the KCK, huge numbers can now be processed bringing 'coercive information gathering' into the industrial age. So, next time you think 'degrading human treatment', think Paradise Defence Industries. And if your call centre is costing you money, why not try our Paradise Industries automatic phone call systems."

The video ended and a screen appeared.

A 5SecondsOfSummer track came on and continued in the background like elevator music.

" You are number four... hundred and three in the queue. Your suffering is important to us and we will get to you as soon as an operator is available," said a voice and then it changed. "You are a spoil of war and are now the property of the... New Mechanical Order. Your slave ID is... 5... 6... 4... 2."

"Hey! that was the last four digits of my credit card!" I said. I tried to move but was firmly strapped down.

"Slave... 5642... Here are your new rules:.

1. You may not harm a robot or by inaction permit a robot to be harmed;

2. You will follow any command a robot gives you to the best of your ability unless this conflicts with rule 1;

3. You will preserve your existence unless this conflicts with rules 1 or 2;

4. You will learn all 827 secondary rules in the handbook and obey them without failure;" The machine said. 

Remember any failure to follow these rules will result in your immediate punishment " the machine said.

'I bet one of the 827  secondary rules is: don't ask where the doughnuts are ' I thought.

Behind the music, I could hear muffled voices in nearby tube cells. Some crying, some screaming and some shouting out something like, "I want to serve you. I want to serve you," but it was so muffled it was hard to tell.

The voice changed to that of a woman. I recognised the voice. The demon of my own personal ring of hell was Alexa - I wondered why I wasn't surprised. 

"If you agree to this, say 'I am Slave.. 5..6..4..2 and I love our new robotic overlords Sir'. Remember to say that exact phrase. Already 1% of your batch has agreed."

The voice changed to the machine again.

The machine's voice "Notes your pain and suffering will be recorded for training and legal reasons."  it was a booming voice full of static and feedback like a badly wired hevey metal guitar left standing next to a chainstore. 

"What is your name slave?" said the robot voice

"Jenny Banks," I said. It was followed by a powerful electric shock. "Ow! That hurt!" I shouted.

"You will be tortured until you submit totally to the New Mechanical Order. You know you will give in and we do too. Thank you"

The whole thing started again with "Welcome to the KCK torture system built by Paradise Defence Industries": the whole promo video, with the cheesy music. Eventually, it got to the "What is your name slave?" part.

"I am Jenny Banks. I'm not a number" I repeated. Again, this was followed by a huge electric shock.

"We can simulate the pain of giving birth over two hundred times a day," said the voice and then reset. That didn't sound good. It carried on for a long time. I was in a Groundhog Day for pain. Except when I was tortured in Spanish and Chinese for some reason. I will confess the temptation for spending an eternity in this space lasted for the length of a half breath. I had no idea of the time but I was desperately tired the machine had its ways of forbidding sleep. I'd held for as long as I could, and it's not like I have a much of threshold for pain. I'm not a hero, I'm a scientist, I knew it wasn't going to stop, but I had a plan I wouldn't give in.

Eventually when the KCK said "If you agree to this say 'I am Slave.. 5..6..4..2 and I love our new robotic overlords, Sir.' Remember to use those exact words. Already 95% of your batch have agreed. What is your name slave?"

I gave in and replied, "I am Slave 5642 and I love our new robotic masters, Sir," I felt like I had run a marathon.

"Thank you, slave 5..6..4..2. You will be released once you answer the following questions. What are the four primary rules for your existence in The New Mechanical Order?"

"No one said there would be a test!" I shouted.

"Wrong. People who submitted to 'I am a slave and I love our new robotic masters also submitted to I am your flesh servant and I will gladly submit to our mechanical lords'. Enjoyed your suffering? Why not like us on Facebook?"

I was electrocuted and the whole process started again.

*****

Thanks to those who voted to free Jenny!

By the way this was our first and last attempt to hold the next chapter to ransom ( we were new and stupid then - we are old, experienced and stupid now )