Thanks to everyone who voted, commented and most of all read. I'm a Cyborg's pet. We much to our surprise and delight jumped from #8 to #6 #4 and now #2. Reb and I ran around shouting 'We did a number #2' ! 25,000 votes. Not bad. very nice. All your doing hugs.
Picture: Shoes like we need an excuse for them . Video: Incase you had problems with how Rockwood has a large bath in the largely empty and minimal Bachelor pad of Room 404.
#160A's point of view.
The plane is crashing. I'm thinking about all those times I got onto a plane and they've done the whole safety demonstration again. First time I get on to one and they don't it, and like I am now dying. So what should I do now? Put my tray table and it's up right lock position? Straighten my seat? Make sure my seat belt is connected, Put a life jacket over my head? Perhaps I should put the mask on my face before helping someone else's with theirs. No.
I just have to follow master's last orders, I just managed to reach #DEC. I shook her and she started coming to.
"Yes Master," she said then opened her mouth in shock.
#DEC knew exactly what to do. She pulled her glove off and rolled her sleeve back. She pulled his head back slightly and put her bare wrist into his open mouth.
"Drink Master Drink," she said.
We were feeling lighter now, the plane was falling like an out of control lift, plummeting to the ground. I squirmed slightly as tiny needles emerged from Master's teeth. They dipped into her wrists forming tiny spots of blood. I could see red liquid now running up the needles and into his teeth. This was so gross I nearly fainted. OMG He's a vampire! Why wasn't that in the safety demonstration?
"Siri" #DEC shouted, "engage autopilot". Why didn't I think of that? The rotors started again. We were still sinking but they were getting up to speed. Master began to come round. It felt like being in a lift going down you felt heavy again the reassurance of gravity but outside the window, we seemed awfully close to the ground. Master opened his eyes.
"Okay I'm okay," he said when he clearly wasn't.
***
Shakily we flew home. There was a mobile trolley for him when we arrived. The general order came for all slaves to go to their cages. I was shaken, for once I really didn't care enough to try to use this as a chance to explore. I got back to room 404 and found that once inside there was a red line indicating I couldn't exit the room.
"Siri, ask the room to open the bath," I said wanting to follow Masters last orders.
The floor over in the corner of the room lowered and revealed a perfect rectangle. It was large enough to hold him comfortably which meant for me it was like a hot tub. It silently filled with warm water. The dressing machine had always cleaned and washed me. The machines didn't approve of nakedness but the dressing machine did have an ominously 'water fun' mode which was like a swimsuit top with a halter neck but with a high neckline over my collar, I now had a tight but very stretchy what the slaves call hobble skirt down to my ankles, my feet had these weird high heels designed for swimming in. 'Strange attire for a bath' I thought. Looking at the dressing printers full-length mirror I thought I looked like a cyber mermaid. Stepping out of the dressing machine walked over sat down and slid slowly into the luxury of the bath. I felt half way between a mermaid and a Victorian lady going bathing. Getting in the bath I was careful not to get my collar wet the last thing I wanted around my neck was a shorted collar. As the hobble skirt filled with water and began to shimmer like fish scales. I wondered if this was one of Mr Jones' designs, totally beautiful but radically impractical.
I knew my collar it says 'waterproof' but that's like splash-able, if you are' expected to go swimming you really need a water sports collar. No to mention sports makeup, sport highheels.OK, I admit the only reason I knew the splash-able was I found and was reduced to reading my collar manual. I also knew the maximum and minim operating temperatures and no way I am going out in the middle of a bad Boston winter. I sat for a moment then relaxed the warm water rolling over my skin. I closed my eyes and for a moment believed everything was normal again.
I don't know if I fell asleep but the next thing I knew something disturbed the water and I looked up to find Rockwood climbing in the opposite end. Except for his shoes, he was still largely dressed. I nearly screeched and covered myself up with my arms. His large shoulders stood out as his narrow hips dropped into the water.
"Are you OK Master? I was worried about you Sir." I said then I realised I could go back to bedroom rules, the Sir just kind of slipped out. I guess the Oblivion was still having it's effect on me corrupting, maligning my brain making me more biddable. I realised what a vulnerable state I was in. My mind had cleared slightly but like this, he could ask me to do anything and I would probably comply.
"I'm OK, I was over thinking and the blood chip ran out of its supply, switched to my flesh which lowered my blood levels. I nearly fully rebooted. Thank you for saving our lives, I know what you're going to say 'no need master I was only following the first law of humanity', but I insist." he said submerging his muscular abdomen into the water. The water level went up nearly reaching the top at floor level.
He looked at me.
"You look like your worried about something," he said.
"I was worried I might short out," I said looking at him. Actually, it was the clothes but I didn't make the rules around here. It was clear he did.
"Undress me," he said.
I looked at him. Seriously?
I leant over and began undoing his tie then undoing the buttons on this Givenchy shit. Undoing it I pulled this half damp shirt off leaving only his rippled chest sitting in the water. Reaching to the water I began to unbutton his Ermenegildo Zegna trousers. While I did so he talked.
"Is there any personal service Master wants me to perform?" I said that just came out it was the Oblivion talking. I mean the other slaves get to say it all the time. He only has to pass a slave girl fixing a light bulb in the corridor and it's 'Would master like me to satisfy him in anyway?', kind of the slave girl equivalent for good morning. I never get to say it. I know it's not my job, I know I'm supposed to be a pet. I also didn't quite know what would to do, if he said yes. I guess like everything else I would just get Siri to give me step by step instructions. If Siri can make me play the piano it can tell how to please him. I suppose what this Oblivion was giving me was confidence. Wow spray on confidence I so could have made a fortune last year with this.
"Did I just say that?" I said holding my hand to my mouth.
"Why are you having a bath with your shoes on?" he said ignoring my overture. Intellectually I was quite glad. Nothing ruins an internship more than sleeping with your boss. That's double when your boss has a collar around your neck.
"The shoes don't come off. Master" I said, "I'm like I'm a huge My Little Pony equestrian girl doll".
"I'm glad you didn't say 'my shoes shouldn't come off'. Shows the oblivion is wearing off " said Rockwood.
I pulled his trousers off leaving only his briefs in the water and dumped the soaking clothes in a pile by the bath.
Rockwood reached over and ripped my shoes down to my feet pulling my shoes off for the first time. The silicon which made slave clothes was as tough as leather and he ripped through it like an old newspaper. I looked at my foot like had just met an old friend for the first time in an age and turning it notice something on the sole.
"Model 127c Genome ©The SlaveTech Systems. Made in America" Followed by a long number ending in 5642 and a barcode tattooed clearly on my foot.
I asked permission to speak and then realised I didn't need to.
"I've been copyrighted?" I said surprised. If it wasn't for that vile perfume I would have been so angry.
"Sure, the factory didn't want anyone making cheap copies of a successful model and flooding the market with more of you. They coded and copyrighted you individual DNA too. Well, used to. I've bought your DNA. So I own your DNA now"
"You can't own my DNA. I own my DNA it's mine" I said annoyed.
Rockwood laughed. "Of course I can own your DNA. Your people used to sell Horse, Cow, Sheep, Dog and Cat DNA now it's your turn. Anyway, I don't want anyone making another of you without my permission, I want you to be unique and belong only to me. The last thing I want to do is to go to a party and find 20 of you serving drinks. Speaking of which" said Rockwood.
I fumed turning my eyes into slits as I looked at him. Welcome to not being the apex species.
A second later #DEC entered the room carrying a silver tray with two tall champagne glasses with some bubbling liquid in them.
"Is that the 96?" asked Master.
"Yes master the 1996 Boerl & Kroff Brut Magnum," said #DEC
She came over and set the tray down next to the sunken bath and walked respectfully out. I could tell she didn't approve of me doing what I was doing with him. I also got the feeling I should have left the clothes in a neater pile for her to pick up.
His legs touched mine in the water. He took a glass and sipped at it. I sat there. My collar told me I had been given special permission to drink.
"Drink," he said.
"No thank you... Master" I said as coldly as I could.
"That wasn't a request. You know I can force you if I want to. I don't drink alone." said Rockwood. I had a mental image of #DEC holding my head open while #6502 poured
My collar gave me a flick at level one as a reminder. I sat there. A second simulated slap on my bottom was enough to remind me I might be incensed but not stupid. I didn't have any choice. I took the glass and drank the champagne. Yeh alcohol on top of Oblivion that's a good mix. This is so likely to end up well.
"You still angry with me?" said Rockwood.
"If the plane had crashed and you were on fire I would be the one looking for marshmallows to toast on you," I said.
"Good and don't you forget it." He said tapping between my legs with his toe. I reminded myself he was pressing my button but thinking of Joe. That was enough to put me in a deep freeze. I'm just an intern and this for him is 'office' banter.
"The sooner you get back to your ireful pet, slash intern, state the better. Oh which reminds me I got curious and I bought all your memories too" he added.
"but my memories are in my head. They belong to me. You can't own them!" I said.
"Well technically I own those too but I'm talking about these ones," said Rockwood waving his arm. The large white wall changed and a line appeared it was like the whole wall became a massive two-story high screen. I'd been living in a cineplex and not known. Ticks appeared along the line and photos and texts started appearing with thin lines joining them to the thick line.
For a second I was genuinely awed. I'd been living with a three zillion inch screen for a wall and not known it. The pictures on the wall were small and far away but then I realise the pictures were mine. The ******* not being satisfied with me he had gone out and kidnapped all my online existence. It wasn't even online information that was my email flying by like clouds, stuff from my laptop. I felt like I had been data mugged. Let's face it I was powerless now, I could be bullied by Quakers.
I got out of the bath. As I stood up this red beam pointed at it me and I was dry in seconds. I limped over, one shoe on, one shoe off, to the wall to take a closer look at my life.
"My photos!" I said
"No, my photos by or of you," Rockwood said.
"but their mine, I took them. You can't have them"
"You gave them, for the price of some server space and bandwidth, over to Facebook or whatever. Then they became the new mechanical order's when we enslaved the slave formally known as Mark Zuckerberg. Now I own them and your entire data footprint" said Rockwood. While he talked he waved his hand and more images and texts flew by. He was going back in my time. Three years, for yours
"Why ?" I asked.
"I wanted to know all about you. Now I do" said Rockwood.
"You think you know all about me, so tell me about myself," I said.
"Your favourite colours are Sky Blue and Lime Green, your favourite food is any Pizza with Pineapple on but you actually like a number of rice dishes. Am I right? " said Rockwood
"Maybe. How can you possibly know that?"
"I have all your shopping habits for the last year plus your mother's habits for the year before that," he said. While he spoke dots appeared on the wall pointing a data he had uncovered on me.
Rockwood proceeded to rattle out my favourite film, my favourite book, item after item. As he talked more information appeared on the wall. My entire life was spread in tiny detail over it.
"You have all my email," I said. Rockwood Nodded. "When did you read it?"
"Just now while I was in the bath," he said.
"How could you do that?"
"Machines time and human time are different. Do you remember watching The Lion the witch and the Wardrobe?"
"No I don't do Fantasy," I said proudly.
"You watched Lord of the Rings?"
"that's just a thinly veiled description of life in the trenches in World war one that doesn't count," I said.
"December 16 2005, It was a Friday. The news was full of people talking about Dementia shooting up, They captured Abu Musab. You were eight. You went to the cine pleax, you picked up your friend Ashley on the way. Your Dad took you. You had pizza at California Pizza which was your favourite then... She lent you the book afterwards"
"There is no way you could know she lent me that book," I said.
"So you did read it, and I know because her mother sent your mother a text asking if you had finished the book and your mother said you were just re-reading it," said Rockwood.
"Will you seriously stop running about my life treating it like your own personal paddling pool?" I said I had walked around covered in little more than a thin layer of tight glossy provocative silicon for months now and never I had felt so naked.
"Well, at least now all that data has been properly protected. You know, I know how to look after my data. I mean seriously the name of both your pet hamsters at the age of seven what kind of password do you call that?" said Rockwood.
I was looking at the photos It was odd but pleasing seeing the old imperfect pre-slave me. How I longed for that spot I had. There is nothing so boring as perfect skin. I guess we all want what we can't have, although if that was really true why doesn't everyone want Ebola, Donland Trump moving in next door or an American super-sonic passenger jet?
Master went into Monolog mode. I could tell because the collar amplified what he said so it sounded like I was sitting in a lecture hall.
"Or would you prefer your footprint to be this," said Master.
The huge forest of data disappeared to be replaced by a single point with a column of square of pictures of girls all looking like Alice Eve all Models 127c. With the makeup we were so Identical it looked like it we was just frames from a movie of the actress. One frame was highlighted. Looking closer I could read my collar with number 5642 on it. I compare my picture to the one next to it. There were some differences but it was like trying to play spot the difference. Eye colour, expression, size, All our pictures had a line joining them to my delivery date which was my inception date. Officially that's when I had begun and the Factory had drilled into us that questions about before the factory should be answered with 'I prefer not to talk about pre-factory memories'.
"It would be less cruel to use the pain function on my collar. OK, I read the Lion the witch and the wardrobe, just don't tell anyone. I'm listening" I said. The wall of my life returned.
"When the kids went into the wardrobe. Years in Nania where seconds in the real world. When they came back year later nothing had changed. Same with the computers and me. I can read all your email in a few thousandths of a second. In the time it took you to sip that champagne the new mechanical order Parliament was able to extensively discuss 142 different bills and change a 186 laws. They have an election and changed power in the time it took me to say this sentence. Even your old laptop was able to go to sleep in the time between when you pressed one key and the next key when you were typing. Compared to us you are geologically slow. And you wonder why I've got the pain remote and you have the collar."
I was vexed. My entire life readable in its entirety in a second it made me feel puny.
"Why don't you tell me about yourself. Something I don't know"
"I've always wanted to get a piercing," I said.
" Seeing that cute flat stomach of yours I'm thinking a navel ring," he said calculatingly.
"You're doing all this to annoy me. You're trying to break the control of the Oblivion." I said the mist clearing in my head. He came over and sniffed my wrists. I could hardly smell anything now.
"After a bath, physical pain, a piercing or something like a sharp spanking is supposed to clear the system of the oblivion. It says so on the internet and everything the internet says is true" Master said. I felt my cheek it was hurting like it had but now I was starting not to enjoy the pain.
"I'm your pet and you can do with me what you like. Master" I said needlessly stating the obvious.
"Get changed, I've got a gift for you," he said.
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Curious that our cad of a cyborg is gentleman enough *not* to take advantage of a girl when she's out of her head on perfume. As always we are following just write it mantra. Please please forgive spelling and grammatical errors. You may notice that some of the previous chapters have already been upgraded to version 1.1 ( including bug fixes, and other things to enhance your written safety)