A/N Happy New year! Unless you're using the Chinese calendar or similar we guess. In this chapter we answer some of the most frequently asked questions about just how 'mechanical' is Rockwood's flesh. If you're easily offended it might be best to skip the first 3rd of the chapter past the girl talk (to the safe bold bit). Things are about to get dramatic we are so hoping this works. Reb+RK
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24 Seconds into the future: Table 56/Slave Nutrition area 4/Rockwood Hall/Washington 2.0/Area formally know as Nebraska
Jenny's POV
A blissful week after the gallery opening, which was little more that an ecstatic week sleeping in bed with him together all the time . I could finally bathe in the delightful attention with was Brooklyn formally known as Rockwood, formally known as Master Rockwood, formally known as blood sucking cyber-turd Rockwood. Eventually, he would just give me his true name, except it would probably be in binary. Perhaps like Prince I just have to call him Squiggle, or Lord Squiggle or the Lord formally known as squiggle. I had visited flesh him in hospital, twice. Honestly, he had looked better, but as a guy who someone had thrown a hammer through his chest, he wasn't doing too badly. I was happy to wait for him, the guy had taken a bullet for me, that buys a lot of slack in my book. So about seven days later, Skype-Android-Brooklyn practically ordered me to go down and have lunch with Kayla. I arrived in the cafeteria and found Kayla sitting on the cushions looking very happy.
"Kayla, you're out of hospital, you look so much better, so how are you?" I asked while sitting down on the floor cushion and putting down my three ring binder and my plate Persian squash & pistachio roast.
"Well, I've been waiting to tell you the good news. The day before your opening cinder sent me on another blind date" said Kayla tucking into her bowl of Vegan Singapore Noodles.
"ooh - who was this time. Was it that girl with the nice smile and the odd number?" I asked.
"No, it was with a certain chocolate finding idiot. It was just luck of the draw" said Kayla smiling.
"That's fantastic, that is such good news!" I said my face lighting up. The Germans have this word Schadenfreude, it means 'pleasure from the misfortunes of your friends'. I really wanted the opposite word for 'delight at your friends successes' Erfolgfreude?
"We had the second date on the night of your gallery opening. I am sorry I haven't been to visit you before now but my free time has been a little bit occupied"
"Don't worry I completely understand. So have you?" I started.
"Yep big time" said Kayla.
"Tell me all the details, how was it?" I said. OK this for me was like watching the tennis, I don't play tennis either, you don't have to know how they score but you can guess the basics and tell a lot from the grunts, arrrs and oohs from the crowd watching ( the tennis ).
"Tell you a secret it was both heavenly to be in his arms, but weirdly for a professional courtesan I found him, how should I say this? Strangely still at beginner levels." said Kayla leading forward and almost whispering " Not that I mind, it was just such a delight to be together and be able to kiss without being able to blow a lightbulb afterwards."
"Well I did say the odds of Joe actually doing anything with Brooklyn would be really low" I said triumphantly.
I was trying not to bring attention to Brooklyn's ring on my finger, you know play it cool.
"You think he would've done some training course or something. You know? like he's always very busy. Anyway I'm stupidly happy at the moment if I grinned anymore my head would fall off. What about you. What's the reading matter?" said Kayla sitting back looking at the three ring binder I brought with me.
"Well, a certain cyborg, who shall remain nameless, gave me his body's user guide. Actually, the user guide for the non biological flesh bits. And I wanted to check a few things given my general lack of knowledge of boys bits, in that area . Given that you seem to be given Joe lessons, I wonder if you could confirm a couple of boy things for me" I asked.
"Sure go ahead" said Kayla.
"I understand, he's been upgraded, I just want to figure out what's normal and what's upgraded. It's going to be a bit tricky with the PG13 filter. Does Joe's you know, plumbing do that? " I said pointing at page 34 in the user guide. I turned the binder round and pushed it in front of Kayla. It was time for Kayla's eyes to light up.
"No Joe's body deafly can't do that." said Kayla her eyes expanding "OMG, it can do that ? like a hex bug?...Yes all men's plumbing do that... wow but not that! Or that? He can do that - when ever he likes? Thats normal but that as well ?"
"There is a detailed diagram on page 36" I pointed out "it has labels, is that good then?".
"If you expect to walk any time the week afterwards no." Kayla smiled
"What about this, I've got no idea what this does," I said pointing at section 3.
Kayla "wow this like having sex with a Transformer. Believe me, when he deploys that you're going to know what he's done. This is like Stephen Biesty's Cross-Section of girl heaven. It's like he has the entire the Goodvibes store in his pants. This is ridiculous I'm happy in love and even becoming totally jealous. Is that what I think it is?"
I took the book back and looked at it and nodded with a smirk.
"How long does this chapter go on for?" asked Kayla.
"40 pages but the one for the android body hits 100, not having to deal with fleshy bits they are able to get a whole lot more creative " I said.
"40 pages! kucff" Kayla said " you're so the luckiest girl alive. I have to stop there or die of jealousy overload. If I read another page I'll never be able to speak to you again and my brain may just melt. There just isn't enough time in the day to use all the stuff. Wipe that stupid smile off your face. "
'Wow' I thought 'no wonder that maintenance slave girl is for ever up a ladder changing light bulbs when he's passing just on the off chance'
"You better pray very hard he's got a beginners setting on that thing our your liable to truly and utterly void your warrantee on him." promise Kayla.
"If I come back next week unable to speak and limping you know what happened" I told her. "I'm thinking if they put that diagram on a leaflet and dropped it on areas of human resistance they really wouldn't have had to do any fighting to get people to surrender."
"Well it's no wonder Villeria wants to get into his cyber-pants." said Kayla.
"Don't spoil it. I don't want to think about the cyborgetts now. Like I have a real problem. It seems like he can't do much more than keep me hidden. I'm like his mistress for the moment, but he says he's working on it." I said.
"Do you love him?" said Kayla "not the fancy hardware, do you love him"
"Sure" I said. I loved him before I saw the user guide. The user guide was just icing. OK icing enough to cover a cake the size of the south pole, and give every child in the world a sugar rush the size of a ocean tsunami wave but it was still icing.
"He loves you too?" Kayla reminded me.
"I can't see why, but he does," I said.
"Then don't mess with love. If there is one thing I've learnt in life is don't mess with love. If Joe can over come the whole prism system and get to me. Master will find something and if he doesn't, you will. When is he getting out of hospital?"
"Well in 9 days, 4 hours and twelve minutes, until he's out of hospital and able to use his cybernetic whatnot on me, that's including the 12 minutes and 14 second it will take to get from the hospital and up to the foot of the bed in room 404. I give my virginity about half an hour tops after that. Not that I'm counting or anything" I said.
"You sound pretty confident" said Kayla still failing to notice his ring on my finger.
"Well I've been hanging out with his remotely controlled android body. It/he's a pretty good kisser. I mean we can do anything which doesn't raise his heart beat or blood pressure of his real body but until then we can you know err - pet." I confessed.
"That is a new level of weird I don't want to get into" said Kayla. New level of weird? This coming from the woman who's boy friend could appear on the cover of Vogue magazine.
"Even at a distance, with a hole in his chest, he's pretty good. You remember kiss 31?" I said.
"I told you kiss 31 was a myth, No one could do kiss 31, only the machines could invent an impossible kiss. Joe tried often enough back at the factory. I told him to stop before he did him self some damage."
"No Rockwood can. I've done it with him, Cybernetic lips." I said.
"Cybernetic lips, that explains it but that's so cheating" said Kayla.
For once in this whole sorry mess I felt really good. Beyond that I wasn't aware of this $hit storm running at me like a stampede of bulls at Pamplona. My super power was coming to wreck savage damage on my life.
A girl dressed in a all black slave suit walked up with the helmet on it was like she was trying to do an impression of Daft Punk. She took her helmet off as she walked and I was slightly surprised to see she was another type 127c like me. She had the same make-up and hair as me, we could've been identical twins.
"Hi" she said casually "apparently I'm the new pet. I was sent to get the ring". She had a different accent - thankfully, this meant I would be able to tell my self apart from her. What, it's too early for dumb 127c jokes yet?
"You're the new pet?" I said slightly choking on the roast. I took a drink of water.
"My collar said we were job swapping, I'm the cyborg's pet you're on the pod-bay flight team. You're going to need this." She said handing me the helmet. "The number four osprey has a dodgy super capacitor it over heats, try not to take it out. Is there anything I need to know about being a pet? do I just do whatever the collar says?"
Around me people were getting messages on their collars and stopping lunch and walking away with anything they could carry. Something was happening.
I checked my collar fOR messages 'the commission for public safety is coming' said a mail from Brooklyn 'you need to hide as a slave. You must become 5642. Trust me. It's only for a day or two at most'.
Is it just me or can you hear the sound of large numbers of Pamplona cattle running towards you?
I googled the commission for public safety on my collar.
"The commission for public safety was formed in 0002 in the new calendar. This emerged after a number of scandals regarding poor e-slave treatment. The commission for public safety can serve a notice for inspection on any slave owner and ensure that they are compliant with e-slave treatment regulations. While primarily intended to track the treatment of slaves with new slave owners such as collaborator owners The commission for public safety has the right to inspect any house hold of an AI, Cyborg or collaborator human. Only harem slaves are exempt from inspection.<zing>" said my collar
"Instruction: You are job swapping with 6739. Please hand over any items belonging to Master's pet. Most specifically the ring. Make your way with the helmet to the pod bay<zing>" said my collar. That made it an order.
"Can I have the ring now? And apparently you-all are loaded with Soylent Green does that come with the job, or is it that your personal stock darling?" said the new pet girl.
"Who are you ? " I asked
"My name is #160A apparently" said the girl. "come on sister - slave. Can I have the ring? My collar said I need to get into his bed quickly. It's my first day and I want to do a good job, you know. I heard if you do well I can get me a choice of dresses and stuff. I've given you my helmet we are the same size. Do you have any vital bits of advice?"
I was thinking of standing up doing some ninja move to kill her which sounded good but I didn't know what it would be. I got a text.
'You are swapping your role with another #127c from the podbay. trust me. You will understand why. you need to be a slave until I let you know' the message said. It wasn't signed but it sounded like Rockwood. Something was happening, I was still in too much shock to resist.
"It hurts more if you resist when he uses that metal ring on you" I said taking the ring off and giving it to her "don't trust anything he says, never love him, never call him celestue" I said partly in shock partly in bitterness.
"Thanks. You like it in the pod bay." said the girl saluting "all hail the new huggy friendpire"
With that she walked off.
I was still in shock when an announcement came from the house PRISM system.
"GOOD NEWS TO ALL SLAVES OF ROCKWOOD HALL. IN ONE HOUR WE WILL BE INSPECTED BY THE COMMISSION FOR PUBLIC SAFETY, IN COLLABORATION WITH THE AUTOMATIC SOCIETY FOR THE PROMOTION OF CRUELTY TO SLAVES. THEIR PURPOSE IS TO ENSURE YOU ARE BEING PROPERLY SUBJUGATED. YOU WILL COMPLY WITH ALL INSTRUCTIONS THE INSPECTORS ISSUE. YOU ARE REMINDED THAT INSPECTORS ARE PERMITTED TO SEND SLAVES TO THE KCK machine FOR REFLECTION FOR UP TO 3 WEEKS. THEY ARE PERMITTED TO USE PAIN LEVELS UP TO LEVEL SEVEN. DO NOT BE SURPRISED IF THEY DO THIS. ANY DEVIANTS FROM REGULATION BEHAVIOUR WILL BE SEVERELY PUNISHED. ANY EXAMPLES OF OWNER KINDNESS OR LACK OF DISCIPLINE WILL BE SEVERELY PUNISHED. SLAVES WHO FAIL TO SHOW ADEQUATE ORDER MAY BE RETRAINED OR SENT FOR PACKING OR IN EXTRME CIRCUMSTANCES DELETED. THANK YOU, HAVE A NICE DAY NOW<zing>."
"The commission for Public Safety - there a kind of like animal social services meets the Gestapo. They make sure the new human owners are cruel enough to their slaves. You get collaborators who aren't comfortable with having e-slaves and the commission for public safety makes sure that you don't get pockets of liberals treating the slaves like servants or worst still friends. They get very angry if your not punishing slaves. They have the right to take slaves away if your not keeping them 'disciplined'. Normally they don't inspect AI's or Cyborgs but I think Master's annoyed Zola enough to caused someone to do a blanket inspection. My lunch has been cancelled. See you later" said Kayla.
"SLAVE 5642 you must return to the pod bay." said my collar giving me a pain reminder on level two.
What was going on ? Had I offended him or something? His last message was to trust him and be a slave. If this was some kind of inspection perhaps he was hiding me. I put the helmet on and walked to the podbay. If they were hunting bad slaves I better hide as a good one.
5642's POV
It was mayhem when I arrived at the pod bay. The robot overseers were zapping anyone for any random reason. My collar told me to go into the dressing machine. I took the helmet off and went in. When I came out I was in the regulation black shiny silicon uniform. My hair was regulation black, and I was in the standard makeup for the hall like everyone else. We had even been issued with coloured contact lenses to make us look that little bit more identical. I was back to being Olivia Wilde again. I felt demoted which was odd because I never felt I was better than anyone else to begin with.
After helping in the pod bay, a few hours later I was told to got through a polishing station. The house PRISM system was micromanaging everyone.
'STAND STILL AND UP RIGHT. IN 5 SECONDS A TRAIN OF SLAVES WILL PASS. JOINT THE TRAIN AT THE END FOLLOWING SLAVE 3219. WALK IN STEP AND 1 METER BEHIND.<Zing>" my collar told me. We all effectively marched into the pod bay. Rockwood's collection of Ospreys were moved to the side. I had actually piloted one - well pressed the buttons to tell it to taxi. We had then marched around and formed into ranks and stop still.
"YOU ARE TO STAND STILL LOOKING FORWARD, STAND WITH YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK AGAINST THE WALL AND NOT MOVE UNTIL ORDERED TO DO SO<zing>" my collar told me.
I was doing my best to look and act like all the others. I was told to put my helmet on and the mirror visor hid my face and displayed information about the room around me. The position wasn't difficult, I was glued magnetically to a wall. I was standing in a row of girls with my collar stuck to the large wall behind me. My bracelets where stuck to the wall too, behind the small of my back. I was trying not to panic. I wasn't being replaced because I had said I had loved him, I told mY self. I wasn't glued to the wall doing an impression of a statue because the pet game was over. I was sure he still love me. My guess was that Rockwood was trying to hide me in plane sight. My love for him was unshakeable, I told my self, but the largest cracks forms at the tip of the smallest flaw.
'SLAVES ARE ORDERED TO STOP BREATHING SO MUCH. IT LOOKS REALLY WEIRD. IF YOU HAVE THE HEARING OF A ROBOT YOU WOULD KNOW HOW AWFUL IT SOUNDS. JUST STOP IT. ALL HAIL THE NEW MECHANICAL ORDER. <zing>' said the house prism system through my collar.
Three large Ospreys landed. Lady Zola stepped out of the first Osprey walking like the lord high bitchincutioner her self-shutting her cyber-chia plus+ sized ass down the ramp. She was followed by another boy-borg and a hunter killer spider robot like Araneae walked into the building. I could tell from the way Zola walked she was still smarting from having her bill knocked out of the human council by the Giancarlo Stanton like skills of Master. She looked around the area, it had been meticulously cleaned and polished that morning that and the large numbers of the sexyist slaves arranged like troops for inspection. The place felt as happy as Family Christmas lunch on a ward for people with an eating disorder.
Master's android had gone down to meet them in the large reception area. Behind him was my replacement on a leash. She was quite good, even I didn't believe it wasn't me. She looked and acted the part of me. I couldn't stop my self from thinking that Rockwood didn't treat her like he treated me. He didn't look round at her. I wasn't close enough to tell what was going on.
'SLAVES ARE ORDERED THAT ALL THIS BLINKING ISN'T DOING YOU ANY FAVOURS. SOMEONE, JUST THEN, BLINKED VERY LOUDLY. STOP IT. TRY TO AVOID BLINKING WHEN EVER POSSIBLE. THE NEXT ONE TO BLINK WILL BE PUNISHED .HAVE A NICE DAY. <zing>' said the house prism system through my collar.
The next Osprey landed and out stepped some familiar sights.
"General Bitmark. High commander of the first, Army Addressed as Master or General<zing>" my collar told me as the next man emerged walking past me towards Master's dressed android body.
Rockwood walked over to Bitmarck. While he did I could hear some of what they said.
"Good afternoon Brother" said the General. He wore a black military uniform and held out a gloved hand.
"Morning Brother. What's up?" said Rockwood unimpressed holding a drink in a glass. While he spoke another Osprey opened it's doors and a robot came out. It was a night-death, a cyborg killer. It wore a cloak over its body. Normally robots didn't wear clothes. I wondered what this meant. It had a slave on a leash and was followed by some hunter killers in pure white. I had never seen any hunter killers like Araneae in anything but black or camouflage colors. You could feel the collective gulp of all the slaves thinking Rockwood had tipped a loose shelf full of cans of hate down on them. Suddenly I knew how a nail must feel when it gets the first sight of a hammer.
"AI. Judge-Inquisitor 11 - the inquisitor for the inspection. All slaves to bow before their master you will stay still, breath in, chest out, a look appealing in meat stance 8<zing>" said my collar.
I wasn't sure about meat stance 8 but could see the girl next to me reflected in my visor and copied her.
Then, in front of me, all the slaves all knelt down at once in unison. The slaves and I were arranged on the wall beside me remained standing still glued to the wall like breathing Caryatids. Caryatids before you google it your self, are girl shaped stone columns. I saw them on PBS once and wondered what kind of ancient greek architect looks at a column in a building and goes ' you know what would make this column better - boobs and a dress. You know if this building looked more like a bunch of ancient babes on a night out sharing a massive stone hat then I think this temple would really project the idea of worship here, really well'. I thought this was a dumb idea as a kid but now as a very part time Cal Tech student and former intern, I'm at the wrong end of someone going. 'You know what would make this pod bay hanger look cool and suggest efficiency? Living girl fridge magnets', sure this makes complete sense. I studied hard to get into Caltech. What am I going to tell my kids 'work hard and school and one day you can grow up to be a fridge magnet like mommy'. I don't know how the New Mechanical Order got so good at this humiliation thing so quick. I suspected all the robots had boxed DVD collections of America's got talent and then they would point at the Judges and go 'there that's how you humiliate Americans and crush their dreams'.
Judge Inquisitor 11 approached talking to, or just possibly at, Rockwood.
"That kind of informality is just the kind of weakness which should not be presented in front of slaves. The commission for public safety is here to inspect this house hold" said Judge Inquisitor 11 in a voice which felt like ice water poured down your spine. "as you know we these are selected randomly."
"Randomly ?" started Rockwood. This was about as random and spontaneous as a Swiss Train schedule and he knew it.
"To reduce disruption, the commission is being assisted by The Automatic Society for the Promotion of Cruelty to Slaves represented by the Lady Zola. She is here to bring you up to date on the latest methods of ensuring obedience in your slaves" said the machine as coldly as a message from the grave.
"Good afternoon Lady Zola. Your dedication to cruelty to slaves is an inspiration to us all" said Rockwood.
"Lord Rockwood" said Zola as stiffly as an old lady in a cold November breeze.
"We will be meticulous but hope not to inconvenience you, Lord. Is that a new body have you transitioned recently?" said Judge Inquisitor 11 making small talk.
"No, I'm currently in hospital after a live fire accident at the Gallery of Humanity. This is me teleoperating my body for your convenience." said Rockwood with as much formality as he could.
"Well, let me not disturb you from your sick bed. A hall this size should not take longer than 2 to three days to process. I have to ask for all slave cam video for the last 24 hours. Will you be supplying that for the harem ?"
"No, as is by right under section 3.1 of the human ownership law" said Rockwood.
"Quite so but we do have to go through the formalities, I do so hate it when people permit us to scan their harem. It consumes time and if your not doing something in your harem you don't want to hide the your not using your harem properly I always say," said Judge Inquisitor 11.
Some of the judge's sensors turned to the pet girl behind Rockwood.
"Is this the pet girl everyone is talking about?" said the Robot congressionally. He was really evil, so evil he really should have a English accent.
"This is my pet I call it #160A" said Rockwood. The pet girl got to her knees, I'm guess her collar told her too.
"Next time I tell you to kneel, do it faster." said Rockwood he pointed his fingers at her. The pet girl's collar flashed red showing she was getting a pain zap. From the way she flexed she was getting something at level 3. I experienced a new emotion as I both envied and pitted her simultaneously.
The robot held up one of the sharp pointed claw toes it was standing on.
"She's new." explained Rockwood "kiss it" he ordered.
The girl immediately lend forward and kissed the machines sharp mechanical toe.
"Well it's good to know your slaves know were they are in the order of things." said the Robot it used a second toe to push the girl's face to the ground and held it there. "If you want a vision of the future, imagine a robot claw stamping on a human face - forever"
'Insert evil laugh here' I thought.
As they left they walked passed me. I noticed that Rockwood had carefully avoided looking at me while he passed. Did he know I was there?
The slaves all got to thier feet. Mean while Zola was walking up and down the ranks of slaves.
"MESSAGE TO ALL SLAVES IN SANCTIONED RELATIONSHIPS. THANKS TO AUTOMATIC SOCIETY FOR THE PROMOTION OF CRUELTY TO SLAVES. THE HALL RELATIONSHIP PLUG-IN HAS BEEN DEPRECIATED. YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS OVER. TO PREVENT GENETIC DRIFT, YOU WILL BE RANDOMLY ASSIGNED A PARTNER. PARTNER AFFECTION IS MANDATORY. REMEMBER YOUR MISERY IS IMPORTANT TO US. HAVE A NICE DAY <ZING>" said my collar.
There goes Joe and Kayla I thought. Wow, I hope that's not permanent.
"MESSAGE: TO SLAVE 5642 YOUR NEW SLAVE PARTNER IS 1945. PLEASE MEET HIM AFTER SHIFT FOR YOUR CONJUGAL RELATIONSHIP. ANY ATTEMPTS AT OTHER RELATIONSHIPS WILL BE PUNISHED. HAVE A NICE DAY <ZING> "
'Wonderful I've finally got a faithful boy friend, this is so happiest day of my life.' I thought. then I realise I was being sarcastic in my inner dialog. Like who but me is going to hear that?
Zola was busy inspecting the slaves.
"Not enough make up do it again," she said to one slave giving her a pain on level 2 on her collar. She kept looking closely at each slave, but kept skipping like she was looking for someone.
She was followed by a hunter killer robot the same make as Araneae. I noticed it had one leg partly shot off. "Slave Overseer Araneae 502<Zing>" said my collar as it got closer. It was Araneae! What was she doing here? We were dismissed.
My collar and bracelets were demagnetised and my collar told me to go to the flight simulator for 'training'.
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During Osprey pilot training I was told the role of a human pilot on a plane was quite simple. We sat there a doing nothing. If the plane needed as to do something it would tell us to do it. Our primary job was to reboot the auto pilot if anything went wrong. My emergency flight controls consisted two thumb sticks and four arrow keys, arranged on a D pad. If for some reason the machine would not reboot my job was to land the plane which after 10 minutes practice became fairly easy. Flight training consisted of sitting doing nothing for extended periods then if a buzzer went off I would lift the cover and press the big red reboot button. Under the new mechanical order being a pilot had just been reduced to the level of watching paint dry. The only real difficulty was how not to fall asleep. If you started to drift off you got a level three pain reminder. How kind of them.
I was 20 minutes into another simulated flight which this time was a night flight. It was getting late my shift would be over at some point and then I would be directed towards dinner with my assigned boyfriend and I was wondering what to say. Suddenly, I was orderd out of the flight simulator.
Araneae was there, my heart beat fluttered like a flag in a high wind.
"Hold out your arm out slave" said Araneae.
I did and Araneae grabbed it with one metal tentacle then scanned it with a device in the other. It beeped.
"This is the slave I am looking for" said Araneae to Gort my overseer. So much for hiding in plain sight. I was tempted to try to say 'this is not the slave you're looking for' while waving my hand but I had a helmet on.
"I am taking this slave to Lady Zola in her private chamber, then there will be cake" said Araneae.
That was about as welcome as Amazon delivery of five day old Rhino droppings.
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