A/N Picture Henry Cavill incase you were wondering. Do you think he could do bad boy? We would be willing to watch him try with his shirt off on the casting couch. Reb.

22 Seconds into the future

/Robot global capital of Washington 2.0/Rockwood Hall/Receiving bay

Jenny's POV.

Rockwood walked off ( yes great ass I checked, I don't know why completeness I guess). I felt sorry for Joe. As slaves, we are not supposed to be fussy about the gender of the owner. According to the book we were all trained identically but we could express our inclinations on our profiles. Joe had put down girls as his highest preference and boys at his lowest. Still I don't think he was really expecting to perform.

What was Rockwood's problem, I mean it's not hard to find a gay e-slave in California. There were enough slaves in the Factory swinging both ways to accommodate any hyper subconscious' desire. OK Joe looked hot but we all did, why settle for copy of a sweet girl if you had a couple of the real things hanging around? Unless the kilt wearing gorgeous machine was a blot on the name of hunk, I guess. Why did I have to end up with the owner with a head full of yoai sucked up from the internet? This whole slavery business sucks is there some form I could fill in to say 'you know on second thoughts this whole slavery thing really isn't really my scene, you could me say let me go or something'

Kayla and I had been left alone in the receiving dock. The lights had gone off automatically after everyone left. If I had my head about me I would have started to escape. This would be the best time. No working collar. Nothing much to stop me. Unfortunately, I was sitting in a warm pool of my own making, trussed up like a Christmas turkey and had a blubbering slave next to me. Something wasn't right, and it was an itch I had to scratch.

"You were free, and you sold your self into slavery. What did you have some college debts to pay off or something?" I said.

"No. I had sold everything else. The house, the car, the TV, the toaster, the slaves everything. I thought I could work double shifts until I made enough money" said Kayla.

"What did you need that kind of money for?" I said.

"I was trying to buy Joe and You." said Kayla breaking into tears again.

I was a little-taken aback this was maxing out my what-the-f••k-is-going-on-o-meter.

"Buy me!?" I said.

"I liked you and love Joe. I was bidder 904. I sold everything I ### had so I could buy you both. All I did was push the early bidding up. I'm sorry" Kayla cried

The hourglass of my feelings was turned upside down. My feelings were running out the glass, down hill again.

"What have you got to be sorry for?" that was more of a genuine question at this point.

"Near the end, I took all the money I had for you and put it on Joe. I'm sorry I really didn't want you to go to such a creep as Lord Rockwood. At first, I thought I could buy you. We could be friends together. I could even free you after twenty years. You were my best friend ever. Then I go and use all my cash for you, so I have enough money for Joe. I'm sorry you don't deserve friends who sell you out"

"but you wanted the money for Joe right?" I said.

"Yes all the f**king good it did." said Kayla.

"Why didn't you tell us?" I said.

"At first it was my job. The Principle told me that everyone went through a phase of liking the slaves. I'd get over it. I needed more what did he call it? Detachment. He told me to do what he did was go and beat the slaves at home and get over it. So then I was under constant observation. The last thing an agent can do is blab. It puts all the others in danger, " she said.

"God how many f**ks were you?" I asked.

"When the Factory first opened, we were 60,40. Surprising how much people will go along with things when everyone else does. We have expanded getting less each time so this time around 10%? This was my first full tour" said Kayla. Talking shop seemed to be weirdly taking her mind off things and calming her down. So I kept on.

"One in ten of us was fake? I knew 88 was one right away; she stood out like a sore thumb," I said.

"No, she wasn't, she was real. She was being manipulated by 1220" Kayla said.

"You organised that! F**k! What about the whole private message?"

"No, she was trying to do me a favour. She had lent me some money to hang on to you, so she decided to help out by trying to scare you off Rockwood. I thought if you both changed your profile pictures to look more boyish then it might put him off. How was I to know he was a closeted whatever he is?" said Kayla

"The current word is Scott. I think it's all the kilt wearing. OK, the rest I get so why are you here?" I asked.

"Well after the final bids I went to the principal. I sold my self and gave the money to him to make him a buy one get one free offer to Rockwood," said Kayla.

"But why?"

"Because, from my seat, slavery with you two is better than freedom without you" she said.

Kayla burst into tears, and I would have hugged her if I could. I burst into tears too. Shitty set of choices. Firstly choose your future boyfriend or best friend to be saved. Then just be out bid for him. Then decide between letting them go or selling your self into slavery, to be with them.

"Kayla, you've had a shit time." I said "I've been a crappy friend to you."

"No you haven't," said Kayla in sobs "I've should have told you some how."

"It's my fault I should have listened to you about the profile" I said struggling in the box.

"You did, that's the problem it's all my fault. What are you doing?" she asked while I wiggled.

"I'm trying to get out. If we can somehow show, the shrink wrap is opened they will have to accept us"

I thought I had tried hard to escape and now I was trying even harder to make sure I stayed. Yes, my egg timer world was that upside down. I tried bending my neck to eat my packaging, but the collar made it difficult. I worked on my hand pulling hard against the bonds. I had like 12 cable ties between me and the outside world. I felt so stupid about getting them to put another four on to make it look even. I gritted my teeth and tried to break the first one.

Then the lights came on, and doors opened. A couple of service robots came in one red, one blue. They looked at us and then scanned the barcode on Kayla's box then checked her collar.

"Slave ID" said the robot.

Kayla tried to talk but was just too hoarse after crying.

"1066," I said.

"Helpful girl," the robot said. Hey, who says they aren't making good robots anymore?

"The packaging is damp," said the blue robot. Looking at the tear soaked area around the head hole.

"This one looks damaged," said the red robot looking at Kayla's blotched face.

"Did it happen during delivery?" the robot asked to us.

"Be specific the first or second delivery?" said the blue robot. "Human's can't handle default options well."

"No it happened here after delivery," I said.

"1066 You are to be shipped to the assembly area," said Red. "after deboxing you will be medically inspected then taken to a watering station and the slave containment area understand"

"Yes Lord," said Kayla forcing her self to be calm.

"Should I keep the packaging in case we have to send it back?" said Blue.

"No, the box room is full. This one is a free gift it's no use sending it back. If it's not working properly we can use the parts to get another one working." said the Robot.

My heart leapt for joy.

"You guys are the best," I said, "I love you. Kayla I'll find you OK. I'm sure you'll find Joe; everything is going to be just fine you'll see. Be strong!" I said.

I said smiling as Kayla was put on to a hand cart and wheeled off. My heart felt so sore I thought it would burst and kill me. Alone I wondered what they would do with me.

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Wow what do you think?

What about Rebs choice of Henry Cavill does that suit you?

What will happen to Jenny?

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