I AM A GIRL CYOBORG PET
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By slave make one I think she meant one without any tasteful pale neutral natural skin shades.
She saw the ripped clothing near my neck and the circular marks on my back.
"I have some cream. Don't worry he doesn't do that more than once on his pets" that she said looking at it.
'What is it what did he do to me?' I asked but got no answer.
Beyond the cream she nor #DEC wouldn't admit that it existed. Nor was #6502 willing to come up with any explanation for what he had done. I managed to see the mark that was left on the back of my spin in the mirror. It was round with marks like an exotic clock. I felt Rockwood had taken something, something I didn't know I had. It felt draining. I notice the slaves wouldn't tell me what he had done.
I climbed in the clothes printer and it felt less like I was being run through an industrial car wash. This felt more like a trip to the spa compressed into two minutes. I emerged dressed in a dress which ended an embarrassingly short mini skirt. I had long stockings like lady Vilaria had worn yesterday. Except these ended in nearly transparent silicon tights. I was checked with a portable scanner to make sure I had enough flesh covered up (92% including face) for legal robot definition of being 'clothed'. Fantastic all the control of wearing a burka with all the embarrassment of visiting a friend in a nudist colony for the first time. These machines really did know how to treat women.3
The makeup printer was like going from a cheap battered inkjet to a laser printer. As I looked at my self in the mirror it zoomed into the area I was looking at. I realised that the printer had printed a tiny fractal curve in a hairline gold line over the dark shading over my eyelids. It was finer work than the most expert of makeup artists could do with a microscope. It was so fine you wouldn't notice it was there unless you were standing next to me.
Lady Zola had also had a two handed nail printer. Normally slaves wore unremovable thin silicon gloves. The machines hated the fact we would leave fingerprints on anything we touched including ourselves. Anything on the silicon dress would interrupt the shininess and finger prints had to go. They also hated that we had individual fingerprints. I noticed a thin skin had been glued on to the tips of my fingers Given our purpose was to work we had short manly nails under the gloves which kind of suited me. My collar told me to put my fingers into the holes and a minute later my fingers emerged with neat medium length stiletto nails intricately detailed with a minute fractal pattern. I will confess I had a tendency to bite my nails when nervous (which was all the time), so had never seen my nails at this length before.2
The full-length mirror in the printer looked strange until I realised if I turned round quickly it would grab me and show me a picture of what I looked like from behind, cute. I was able to get a view of the thingy machines circular bite marks. Nothing sets you up more for your morning than the knowing that your master was 10% lamp ray.3
I looked at my self in the mirror. If I had worn this dress a year ago it would have screamed I was cheaper than last years nail varnish in the expired bargain bucket at Best Buy. It was like I was wearing 'Please F**K me' teeshirt for the illiterate. Under normal circumstances, I would have attracted men like flies to dung. In this new machine run age I was dressed rather chicly, that's how far humanity had fallen.
For my troubles, I was given a protein ball which I had to eat without letting touch my satin red lips. With it I was given a small blue tablet.
"What's this for?" I asked #6502 not wanting to let them feed me anything weird.
"Deodorizer for your insides. It makes anything you produce smell fresh, we all take one" said #6502. I refused and for my troubles found my hands held together while the collar muted me and made me open my mouth. The tablet was popped in like someone throwing rubbish into a bin. It tasted like a street walker's underwear. Once they had got their way I was released. Nothing says 'under a cyborgs thumb' more than being the source of lavender scented flatulence. I was now announced 'dressed' and 4 minutes after getting up I was now ready for my first full day as an intern/pet.3
I stepped out to let him see me dressed for him. I was supposed to say something like "do you like what you see Master?" but instead it came out as "You better like this on me because I make it rock. Master".17
#DEC punished me for speaking without permission using the remote control. Master did nothing to stop her so it looked like slave rules were only reduced when we were alone. I looked at my shoes. They seem the regulation printed stilettos ankle boots with the lock around my ankle.
"Your wondering why they are called Military High heels?" said Rockwood approaching.
"How did you know...master?" I said.
"After I 'thingyed' you I'm able to make sense of some of your thoughts I pick up from your collar." Rockwood almost whispered to me, "No, you bum doesn't look big in that."11
Somehow the new mechanical order was the robot apocalypse that just kept giving and giving. Now my master had figured out the password to my mind and I couldn't change it.
"Don't worry, I don't care about your thoughts." said Rockwood.
'So no different from most men than' I thought.3
"I heard that" said Rockwood giving me a level one slap via my collar.8
"Oww" I said.
I thought about a cabbage creating a popular empire any nonsense to get him out of my mind. On the subject of nonsense, I wondered about the Military High heels. I had expected them to be covered in a camouflage pattern, but they were polished black to max and matched my outfit. I had hoped they would clash. I mean you wear a uniform it's going to be well you know, uniform. If a rich powerful man is dressing you like a huge barbie you would expect a Versace dress with a pair of clashing camo high heels. Except he's playing with his left hand isn't he? He probably knows more about this stuff than I do and I only know about Versace because my cousin Maedy mentioned it and laughed at me when I looked puzzled. Versace probably made power tools for all I know.
"Let me show you," he said and he starting to grow.
"Help I'm melting.." I said. The ridiculously high heels were shrinking. Master smirked at me.
"Warning heels below regulation slave length
"They can change height. If I need you to run you can do it, but only for short periods. Best use for memory metal I've come across." said Rockwood letting them slowly grow again. It would have solved my flat mates eternal problem of flats vs heels, hashtag I-always-said-flats.1
"Let's see if those bracelets work" Rockwood said. I looked down the brackets, they had been attached at the same time as the collar. I had slept in them, like the collar they were not coming off soon. #DEC gave Master the remote control and left. He invited me to sit down on the stool of a piano which was wheeling it self into the room. For a moment, I wonder what he expected me to do. It's not like I could play or anything. He told me to hold my hands over the keys of the keyboard when they were close to the keys my fingers started to move them selves up and down. Pressing down near the keyboard I was suddenly playing music. I lifted my hand up, the music stopped and my fingers kept wiggling. The bracelets couldn't control my arm movements, but they could give a sense of vibration to move my hands up and down the keyboard. I couldn't help smile I always wanted to play the piano.
"That's nice. There is a training mode you can practice with" said Rockwood.3
'What's black and goes red at the flick of a switch. Lord Rockwood in a blender' I thought but spoilt it by smiling. I played some complex classical minuet perfectly. Rockwood stood and listened as he was dressed by a couple of slaves. I stopped my fingers were sore and really badly ached.2
"Not bad." said Rockwoo
d. "I'll keep making you play for me. Your fingers will get stronger"
The bracelets put my fingers into a fist and I stood there desperately trying to raise my middle finger to him.8
He pressed another button my remote. The bracelets pulled them selves towards each other then stuck like they were one. I was suddenly like handcuffed .
"This is safety mode," said Rockwood.
The cuffs now stuck to my neck.
"Who's safety? Master' I wondered. I refused to call him by his first name.
"Mine and any Artificial Intelligences nearby." he said returning. I stood trying to get my arms into a better position. "be careful if the power goes this is how you will be". Rockwood reached over and grabbed my D-ring and clipped on a leash.
"this way" he said giving a tug. I stumbled after him. The piano wheeled it self away. He pulled me to one wall then switched the power to the bracelets off pushed my arms above my head and then I felt my arms and neck being pulled to the wall behind me. I was stuck with my arms above my head and totally vulnerable to him.
"Terrific," I said "I'm now a massive fridge magnet... Master".10
Rockwood started laughing. He went over to the bed and pulled a small silk sheet and used it as a blindfold on me.
"You're certainly are the smartest and cutest fridge magnet I've seen" he said coming up and pushing his body next to mine crushing me to the wall. I knew his hareem was freshly stocked so I didn't quite understand what he wanted in me. Perhaps it was some kind of test.5
"See if you can stop thinking later about this " he said. He moved his hands over my skin. My body felt charged for his needs. I was completely at his mercy. I was pinned to the wall by more than technology.
"Do you like me? Master" I asked.
"I chose you from the catalog, I paid for you, I dressed you to my whims. Naturally I like you cherry blossom lips" he said.
"But you'll never have me?" I said his breath caressing the hairs on my skin.
Then my collar started flashing and I said 'Brooklyn It's me I need to speak to you' said a very young woman's voice.
"I told you not on this number!" Rockwood said. Then broke he away. He violently pulled one panel in the huge wall away to show a toilet, walked in and shut the door behind him. I was equally mad, I was now just a spare phone. He had turned me from a world class biochemist in waiting, to a piece of back up telecommunications equipment. Shame thy name is Rockwood no shame thy name is Brooklyn Rockwood.2
I tried to calm down. I was standing arms above my head stuck to a wall. Siri was off line. I hung around for ages. I tried pulling my self down. No, too much friction. I was muted, I felt like he had hit the pause button on me, but good luck trying to resume when you get back. The 'don't call me on this number' was interesting. It's the kind of thing you say to an illicit partner. Who could it be? I wondered what my number was. Can I make calls on this collar or was I running skype or something? If I'm on cellular does that mean I can leave the building? I wondered what kind of plan I was on. Was I voice and data or just voice? Do I have to worry about him using up my data limits? I mean suppose he was using my collar cam to make me take some let's say naked pictures of my self. Am I going to have to say at some point 'Master If do anymore I'm going to run up some heavy charges' and he's like all 'babe don't make me beg for it'. Could he just phone me up and punish me remotely. How large is a punishment message? Are we talking like a few bytes or megabytes? Then it hit me.4
OR am I on pay-as-you-go ? I realised he could be really really cheap and have me on pay as you go. After all, I'm in the house most of the day strapped to the bed. He's only going to need me to have signal on the occasional trip out, why have the hassle of a full contract for a slave when you don't need to? That's why he said don't phone me on this number! He wanted to save his credit. I was angry so I started to try to get these bracelets off the wall. I put my full weight on them, then trying to get more leverage I lifted my feet up, over my head. Perhaps if I could get my knees or feet on the wall I could push harder. As a kid, I was a bit of a Tom boy and often ended up hanging upside down in the yard. I know I looked ungainly but....4
"What are you doing?" came a familiar voice of #DEC followed by some large personal heavily weaponised robots. "You're not trying do something forbidden are you?"7
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Chapter 39 /Him/He forces me to go 'walkies'
I lowered myself down sheepishly. Although how a sheep would get it's self stuck to a wall and then get it's legs above its head is beyond me. I guess sheep do stupid things, but you never hear stories about sheep falling in love with sheep dogs or shepherds, so even sheep have limits to dumbness. The kinds of limits I was fast transcending. #DEC was standing there looking at me, like a grandmother looking at someone who was licking the icing off her freshly baked cake with their tongue.
"No. I'm just seeing if they could hold my weight and get some blood running into my feet. I've got a bad case of pins and needles." I said.
"Didn't they tell you how to avoid craiging while tied up at your factory? You need to to wiggle your toes ?" said #DEC.
It was a bit weird discovering they actually had a word for problems caused when your tied to something for long periods. The human world really was over.
"No..." I said.
"Master Entering
"Ya ken the time?" he said.2
"Nine ish" I said having checked Siri for 'ken' meaning in 'Know' in Scottish and then getting the time.
"8:57 Master" said #DEC.
"OK I've still go time to go to the pet store on the reservation before work. Prep the chopper" Rockwood said. #DEC curtseyed and left. Rockwood turned to me.2
"If I offered you a little trip out of the bedroom would you say yes, but best slave behaviour" Rockwood said.
"Yes Master," I said. While thinking 'a trip a trip!'
"I need you to play the part of my pet. So no backtalk. Speak when you're spoken to. Do what you're told to. Best e-slave manners. We are going out in public I can't afford any public embarrassments. Behave like a good girl and I'll give you a treat" said Master.
My mind flashed the image of him throwing up dog treats for me to catch in my mouth.1
"I was more thinking of downloading some games to your collar, but it's up to you." the mind reading leech answered. "If you mess up I can promise you that pretty ass of yours will glow hotter than a poker left in an iron master's forge. You think you can do it?" said Rockwood as I closed my legs.
"I spent six weeks in school over this I think I know what to do as an e-slave," I said.
He gave me a sting on level 1.
"Master," I added. OK I was out of practice.
"It's nay about what you know, it about what you do," he said
I tried to get myself into slave mode, it was like acting, you had to be the part. I was #180A no #16OA. I thought Master Rockwood, not leech Rockwood.
#160A's POV
Master Rockwood got out a leash and hooked it on my collar. It's strange how nothing makes you feel more 'owned' than a leash. Master stroked my arm then breast with his hand. My heart made an emergency stop complete with hand-brake.
"Just checking," he said checking I wouldn't flinch while being handled.
#DEC returned and handed me a matching shrug which I pulled on as we walked out the door.
"Always behind me and to whichever side I'm holding the leash. If we meet anyone, which is unlikely then look to the ground, kneel if they are important" said Master.
Like being a slave is difficult - you just do whatever your collar tells you to do, tricky.
I was so pleased to be out of my room. We marched down the corridor and I resisted the temptation to wave at people as I went along. Occasionally we reached airlock like glass doors which would only let one slave though at a time. I discovered I had to wave my wrist at an ID code read
er to allow the door in front to open. Clearly, my wrist had a RFID tag which identified me. As we got closer to the outside the checks got more elaborate. At one I had to tilt my head forward and get the barcode on the back of my neck scanned. It' impressed on my how meticulous the machines were about letting slaves move around. It reminded me how trapped I was here, more at his mercy than ever. He could make me do whatever he wanted.
I walked and noticed while we walked over a bridge in the central atrium that there was no hand rail or edge. It was walking along a massive white plank. Anyone could just fall of the edge. I guessed the machines didn't care if human's fell over the edge. Wow a world completely devoid of health and safety. If only all those people who said 'this is health and safety gone mad' could see this. If they did Rockwood would probably push them over to their doom.1
There was another Osprey plane waiting for us at the hanger they called 'the podbay'. This one was in camouflage colors. We got in and the roof opened up letting in the morning sunlight. Rockwood flew the plane from the long red sofa seat at the front. After he got in he strapped himself in (slaves didn't get any seat belts) and I sat next to him with #DEC next to me. Behind us, four armed guard droids got in. After waving his hand at the single large screen Rockwood didn't do anything. I guess he controlled the whole thing with his mind. We took off and I was stupefied by the number of drones filling the sky. It was like a cloud of starlings flying around us. As we flew I wondered how they managed to avoid hitting each other and us. From this height, I could see some of the impossible architecture the building printers were putting up in the new machine city. Rockwood looked back at the hall and the doors to the pod bay closing behind us.